Ancient days

I walk under ancient stars
Along an ancient track
Inbetween ancient trees
Urged on by an ancient breeze
And there’s no turning back
There’s no turning back.

No matter where I go
It’s always some place I’ve been
And no matter where I reach
And no matter what I teach
It’s just another place I’ve seen
And it’s still the same old you
The same old me.

Yes, no matter where I go
I move on an ancient wheel
Taking me back to ancient times
Reminding me of ancient rhymes
Taking me back to ancient fields
To ancient fields.

I’m sailing in an ancient ship
Sailing on an ancient sea
Urged on by an ancient wind
Seeking an ancient tree
An ancient dream.

I’m climbing an ancient hill
Through an ancient night
Wielding ancient spells
Looking for an ancient well
An ancient site

I walk under ancient stars
Along an ancient track
Inbetween ancient trees
Urged on by an ancient breeze
And there’s no turning back
There’s no turning back.