Текст песни Richard Dawson & Circle - Methuselah

Оригинальный текст песни Methuselah

Donald Curry came to believe the pines on the White Mountain
were older than previously thought

Only here can he know
how the weather goed
seven hundred years before

Searching for the oldest living Bristlecones
on a former glacier in the Snake Ridge of Old Nevada
quite unwitting Donald Currey felled the tree he sought
to gain a complete cross-section

Only when it was dead
Did he know he had
what he was looking for

Don't you see me?
I'm on the edge, I'm on the edge
Don't you hear me?
I'm on the edge, I'm peeking over
Don't you feel me?
I'm on the edge, I'm on the edge, I'm on the edge
blowing down the mountain - a lullaby

Look to the air and you'll find me there
whistling through your clothes
Rib cage
blossoming in the snow
After your insides have made a feast
for the jackals and the crows
Your song
will echo down below

Don't you see me?
I'm on the edge, I'm on the edge
Don't you hear me?
I'm on the edge, I'm peeking over
Don't you feel me?
I'm on the edge, I'm on the edge, I'm on the edge
blowing down the mountain - a lullaby

After the death of Methuselah
the orange clouds will grow
Bad dreams
full of lightning
The sea has gone in the forest
and nobody hears the song:
Wolf pack
swimming through the fog

Prometheus stole fire from the gods and gave to mankind
enabling the onset of civilisation
He was bound to a rock
and an eagle would feed on his liver each day
It's the seat of all human emotion

Only when you are dead
Will you know you had
what you were looking for