Burning Rope (Live at Knebworth, 24th June 1978)

Burning rope

The warming sun, the cooling rain. The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze. The lightning bolt that clears the sky for you. Yet only eagles seem to pass on through. The words of love, the cries of hate and the man in the moon who seduced you then finally loosed you

You climbed upon a burning rope to escape the mob below. But you had put the flaming out so that others could now follow. To be out of the bounds and the barks of those who do not wish you well

You must blaze a trail of your own, unknown, alone. But keep in mind. Don't live today for tomorrow like you were immortal. The only survivors on this world of ours are

The warming sun, the cooling rain. The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze. The lightning bolt that clears the sky for you

Yet only eagles seem to pass on through. The words of love, the cries of hate and the man in the moon who seduced you. Then finally loosed you

You're old and disillusioned now as you realize at last. That all you have accomplished here will have soon all turned to dust. You dream of a future after life, well that's as maybe, I don't know

But you can't take what you left behind, you're all alone. So keep in mind don't live today for tomorrow like you were immortal. The only survivors on this world of ours are

The warming sun, the cooling rain. The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze. The lightning bolt that clears the sky for you. Yet only eagles seem to pass on through. The words of love, the cries of hate. And the man in the moon......