Before The Deluge, Joan Baez

Some of them were dreamers
And 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
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge


Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's 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 the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by
By and by...
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky

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