1975 - Gene Clark

With all the legends that the century sings

And it’s vision bring to life

While foreign waters breathe against the shore

And the wind plays ore it’s rusted fife

I see the ships of a friendly fleet

And a song so sweetly sounding

And gentle souls who think not to defeat

As across the waves they are bounding

And then the thoughts of all the days this time

They have been confined without reason

And in the matters of their health and wealth

They cannot be defined but as treason

But go where and find the better life

As in the name of love you have freed them

Nd those you need not you have left behind

And those you keep in mind you know to heed them

Across the bridge, across the river

Where we’ve never been before

Within and out of worlds around us

And in the light of finding more

We always easy understood that

It was no good not to explore

But never really understood that

It was no good just to ignore