Lyrics Time within Time a. The Ebbing Tide b. The Electric Storm - Patrick Stewart/Rick Wakeman/Fraser Thorneycroft-Smith/Phil Williams/Simon Hanson/London Symphony Orchestra/David Snell/English Chamber Choir/Guy Protheroe, Rick Wakeman, David Snell

Time within Time a. The Ebbing Tide b. The Electric Storm

The ebbing tide eventually carried them onto a small island strewn with giant
turtle shells, on the far
side of which a narrow strait of water flowed.
This, the final gulf between them and the subterranean mainland.
The island appeared alive, as geysers of hot steams forced their way through
crevasses in the salacious
sandstone, creating hot springs wherever the ground had sunk to form natural
basins.
They watched in fascination as plumes of vapour rose majestically into their
air, creating heavily-laden
clouds from which each returning droplet assumed the prismatic colours of the
rainbow.
As the warm humid air gently eased the paint of their aching limbs,
the tree weary travellers fell exhausted
to the ground, where they slept.
As they slept, dreamed of the world they were now part of.
A world within a world.
Time within time.
A dream within dreams.
b.
THE ELECTRIC STORM
They were awakened by the noise of an electric storm.
The waves had destroyed their raft and the sea was a raging torrent,
racing at great speed along the
strait, which now took on the appearance of rapids.
Each talking refuge inside one of the giant turtle shells, their chanses of
survival lessened by each
passing second as hughe waves swept them along the narrow strait toward an
enormous gaping black hole,
into which the anguished water poured at an alarming rate.
All around them forked streaks of lighting plunged and attacked in every
direction, some of which
metamorphosed into globes of fire, which, for inexplicable reasons beyond their
understanding, began to
chase the turtle shells as they plunged violently, one by one, into the black
hole.
After falling for what seemed an eternity, they were suddenly shot sideways at
terrific velocity into
a tunnel which had barely enough room to spare between the shell and the
ceiling above their heads.
Although they were many languages beneath the earth’s crust, the tunnel behind
them was bathed in
white blinding light, as, despite their being given both guidance and
propulsion of great speed by the rapid
flow of water, the globes od fire had chosen the same route.
The chase was on as they prepared for the ride of their lives.