Lyrics Seven Moons - Jack Bruce, Robin Trower

Seven Moons

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