My Time Has Come - Anthony Phillips

Dust drew down the desert night

Stallions kick and moan

All along the ridge the stormy light

Assailing the fortresses of stone

Father Eli took his watch,

His keen eyes fixed right into the sky

Daybreak rose, his chair was rocking still

No message could anyone find

Yena had a secret dream,

To touch the stuccoed stars

From the deep of snow-enchanted woods

He called them from afar

Hunter’s by the Deadman’s Spit

All struck dumb, the forest crowned in flame

The dragon rose into the burning air

Then everything lay still again — and so it’s.

Oh, my time has come

I never hoped for something quite like this

Oh, my time has come

I never hoped for something quite like this

Shadows in the creeping mist

The dark beams circled close,

Baronesses played a hand of whist

Unseeing, the monolithic host

Meters racing, dials jammed,

The heat sears, the metal twists and tears

They’re all out on Pan Am 109

The giants melted into thin air… and hear me…