Peart, Lifeson)



Ten score years ago, defeat the kingly foe

A wondrous dream came into being

Tame the trackless waste, no virgin land left chaste

All shining eyes, but never seeing



Beneath the noble birth

Between the proudest words

Behind the beauty, crack appear

Once, with heads held high

They sang out to the sky

Why do their shadows bow in fear?



The guns replace the plow, facades are tarnished now

The principles have been betrayed

The dreams's gone stale, but still, let hope prevail

History's debt won't be repaid