| Show me the power that man cannot harness
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| To turn toward malice or work into woe.
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| Be it the stars or the moon or the planets
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| Or the tide of the ocean in ever encircling flow
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| Or everything under the ever encircling sun.
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| Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this
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| Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this
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| Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this
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| Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this
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| Who were the ones who first gathered the amber
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| To render the embering dawn of the day?
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| The stallion in canter, the river in meander
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| So we’ll remember them long after they fade away.
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| And how could they know as they measured the season?
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| How could they know as they furrowed the soil?
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| All the dishonor and all the unreason
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| And all of the wrong to be done in the name of their toil.
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| Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this
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| Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this
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| Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this
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| Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this
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| A briar of braun and a forest of sinew
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| Will rise from the power they plowed in the ground
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| And so in this way their dominion continues
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| All under the ever encircling sun going down
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| All under the ever encircling sun going down. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riddle Me This , by - Alasdair Roberts. Song from the album The Amber Gatherers, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня