Alasdair Roberts
Riddle Me This
Show me the power that man cannot harnessTo turn towards malice or work into woeBe it the stars or the moon or the planetsOr the tide of the ocean in ever-encircling flowRiddle me, riddle me, riddle me thisWho were the ones who first gathered the amberTo render the embering dawn of the dayThe stallion in canter, the river in meanderSo we'd remember them long after they fade away?And how could they know as they measured the seasons?How could they know as they furrowed the soil?Of all the dishonour and all the unreasonAnd all of the wrong to be done in the name of their toil?Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me thisA briar of brawn and a forest of sinewsWill rise from the power they ploughed in the groundAnd so in this way their dominion continuesUnder the ever-encircling sun going down
From Letras Mania