Iona Children Of Time
Fair, they shine through the burning zone -
The rainbow gleams of a world unknown,
There are veils that lift, there are bars that fall,
There are lights that beacon, and winds that call,
There are hurrying feet, and we dare not wait,
For the hour is on us,
The circling hour of the flaming gate
Oh Children of Time
Children of Time
The music calls and the gates unclose,
Onward and onward the wild way goes,
O fading phantoms of pain and mirth,
We die in the bliss of a new birth
Of fading loves,
Fading loves of the old green Earth
Children of Time
To follow to seek to dare
Step by step in the evening air
Children of Time
Fair, they shine through the burning zone,
The rainbow gleams of a world unknown,
Fair, they shine through the burning zone,
The rainbow gleams
