There's a pulce in the new-born sun

A beat in the heat of the noon

There's a song as the day grows long

And a tempo in the tides of the moon

It's all around us and it's everywhere

And it's deeper than royal blue

And it feels so real you can feel the feeling



And that's the majesty of rock

The fantasy of roll

The ticking of the clock

The wailing of the soul

The prisoner in the dock

The digger in the hole

We're in this together...and ever...



In the shade of a jungle glade

Or the rush of the crushing street

On the plain, on the foamy main

You can never escape from the beat

It's in the mud and it's in your blood

And it's conquest is complete

And all that you can do is just surrender



To the majesty of rock

The pageanty of roll

The crowing of the clock

The running of the foal

The shepherd with his flock

The miner with his coal

We're in this together...and ever...



When we die, do we hunt the sky?

Do we lurk in the murk of the seas?

What then? Are we born again?

Just to sit asking questions like these?

I know, for I told me so

And I'm sure each of you quite agrees

The more it stays the same, the less it changes



And that's the majesty of rock

The mystery of roll

The darning of the sock

The scoring of the goal

The farmer takes a wife

The barber takes a pole

We're in this together...and ever