(Stuart Adamson)
From Big Country's album "The Seer" (backing vocals)


Long ago I beard a tale
I never wilt forget
The time was in the telling

On the bank the scene was set

The sky was rolling blindly on

The daylight had not gone
She washed her hair among the stones
And saw what was to come


All this will pass
There will be blood among the corn

And heroes in the hills
But there is more to come my boy
Before you've had your fill


Men will come and rope the sail
As though it were their own

And they will bathe their feet in oil
As I have bathed my own


All this will pass
All things must come
Just as I tell you here


Stones will stand together
As if searching for the stars

And all come crashing down again
Before they reach too far


She turned to face the setting sun
I turned to walk away
But then she called my name again

And beckoned me to stay

All this will pass

All things must come
Just as I tell you here


She told me of the famous sons
Who write their names in peace
Yet be cut down before the time

Has come for our release

Just as I tell you here


Even now
I wait for the coming day

Even now
She waits in the dawn


For the tales she tells
For the gifts that she will sell
For the sight she knows

For a vision that still grows
With the dream in her eyes no one's seen


I listened for so long that day
That I can hardly tell
If what she said was heaven sent

Or brought to bear in hell

That men of hope would stand alone

And still be cast a lie
Just as Romans cast them
On the day they were to die


All this will pass


There is more of what she told
Much better left alone
For who are we to question her

Who stands among the stones