Uriah Heep

We told our tales as we sat under
Mornings sleepy sky
With all the colours of
The sunrise shining in our eyes
One, then another
With a story of yesterdays life
Or of a lover who had
Gone in a moment of strife
No thought of sleep ever dwells
Upon the wise mans mind
Some task or audience
Stealing every moment of his time
Thus we have learned to live
While mortal men
Stand waiting to die
How can we do what must be done
In just one short life