Seven Moons - Jack Bruce, Robin Trower

And we will fly over hills of golden hue

To the sound of beating wings

And every song that every bird ever knew

We will sing

No more lives stripped right down to the bone

Lonely hearts in a crowded room

Begin to feeling lost and far home

All too soon

Raise your eyes

Give your mind to the path we will travel on

To the land of seven moons

We will grow straight and tall like a mighty tree

Breathe the air so clean and bright

And all the thoughts that you wanted to believe feel so right

Run through the streets to the gates at the city

Shake off the years of dirt and dust

Do you dare but to look only up ahead

As you must?

Raise your eyes

Give your mind to the path we will travel on

To the land of seven moons

Run through the streets to the gates at the city

Shake off the years of dirt and dust

Do you dare but to look only up ahead

As you must?

Raise your eyes

Give your mind to the path we will travel on

To the land of seven moons