End Of The Age Letra

I hear it in a minstrel wind, it's crying out the tune Of a prophet's only hope to tell the world He wrote down it on parchment, but alas no one believes Of the vision only one man could conceive He knows it's true Will the people have the ears to hear or will they turn their heads And blind their eyes to the truth once again How is it that you know the season's changing by the leaves But still you do not know that summer's near? It's near So many teachers preach a lie to the sheep who need a guide They need a God that they can touch and see But only if your faith is strong and hope for the unseen You'll find peace amongst the tragedy Woe to those who hear not Woe to souls who've been bought Oh, it's written on the page Woe to those who fear not Woe to souls who've been bought You don't see the ending of the age You wandered throught the wilderness for forty years or more To lead you to the promised land, promised years before Yet still you bowed down to a calf you made with your own hand