Ancient of the Old - Seals & Crofts

On a crisp as bacon morning with the sunshine on my head

From the twilight of the dawning raised myself up from my bed

Fixed mine eyes upon a favor like no mortal eye behold

Then I chose to taste the flavor of the ancient of the old

On a chill as winter evening in a doubtful circumstance

He stopped the evil breathing of a one time’s serpent’s chance

Old black sea with silver lining how I long with all my soul

To quaff the mystic fragrance of the ancient of the old

From a red as amber burning with a chalice in my hand

I know there is no turning I must now obey command

At last decree has destined now the mystery untold

Will shine in all its glory from the ancient of the old