christy moore , before the deluge

Before the Deluge

Author: Jackson Browne

Some of them were dreamers, some of them were fools

Who were making plans and thinking of the future

With the energy of the innocent, they were gathering the tools

That they would need to make their journey back to nature.

When the sand slipped through the opening

And their hands reached for the golden ring

And their hearts turned to each others hearts for refuge

In the troubled years that came before the deluge

Some of them knew pleasure, some of them knew pain

And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered

On the wild and crazy wings of youth they went flying around in the rain,

Until their feathers once so fine were torn and tattered

In the end they traded their tired wings

For the resignation that living brings

They traded love’s bright and fragile glow for the glitter and the rouge

In a moment they were swept before the deluge

So let the music keep your spirits high

Let the buildings keep your children dry

Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by

When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky

Some of them were angry at the way that the earth was
abused

By those men who learned to forge beauty into power

And in trying to protect us from them only became confused

By the magnitude of the fury in the final hour

When the sand was gone and the time arrived

In the naked dawn only a few survived

In attempts to understand this thing so simple and so huge

Believed they were meant to live after the deluge

So let the music keep your spirits high

Let the buildings keep your children dry

Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by

When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky