Hark, on oâer yonder mountain
There is a fire, and it is coming towards us
Gather your coat and blanket, Iâll saddle the horse and weâll ride
Through the night under the stars
On our flight
Once, maybe twice in a lifetime
Youâre given the choice to run or to stay and fight
Iâll take the road thatâs lonely and dark but weâre alive
And weâll rise, another start, another town
Love, in our time
Weâve seen wars; the guns and tanks arrived, goodbye
To all weâve ever known
Now, as we are so much older
Weâve got a son, and isnât that what we did it all for
Love, in our time
Weâve seen wars, the guns and the tanks
The Holy Rollers and their armies
Have come to take away and play their evil games, hooray!
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