There's a pulce in the newA beat in the heat of the noon
There's a song as the day grows long
It's all around us and it's everywhere
And a tempo in the tides of the moon
And it feels so real you can feel the feeling
And it's deeper than royal blue And that's the majesty of rock
The ticking of the clock
The fantasy of roll
The digger in the hole
The wailing of the soul
The prisoner in the dock
We're in this together.and ever.
In the shade of a jungle glade On the plain, on the foamy main
Or the rush of the crushing street
You can never escape from the beat
It's in the mud and it's in your blood
And it's conquest is complete
And all that you can do is just surrender To the majesty of rock
The pageanty of roll
The crowing of the clock
The running of the foal
The shepherd with his flock
We're in this together.and ever.
When we die, do we hunt the sky?
The miner with his coal
Do we lurk in the murk of the seas? What then? Are we born again?
I know, for I told me so
Just to sit asking questions like these?
And I'm sure each of you quite agrees
The more it stays the same, the less it changes And that's the majesty of rock
The mystery of roll
The darning of the sock
The farmer takes a wife
The scoring of the goal
The barber takes a pole
We're in this together.and ever.
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