Words and music (C) Copyright by Leslie Fish Worlds grow old and suns grow cold And death

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Words and music (C) Copyright by Leslie Fish Worlds grow old and suns grow cold And death we never can doubt. TIme~s cold wind wailing down the past, Reminds us that all flesh is grass And history~s lamps blow out. But the Eagle has landed; tell your children when. Time won~t drive us down to dust again. Cycles turn while the far stars burn, And people and planets age. Life~s crown passes to younger lands, Time brushes dust of hope from his hands And turns another page. But the Eagle has landed; tell your children when. Time won~t drive us down to dust again. But we who feel the weight of the wheel When winter falls over our world Can hope for tomorrow and raise our eyes To a silver moon in the opened skies And a single flag unfurled. But the Eagle has landed; tell your children when. Time won~t drive us down to dust again. We know well what Life can tell: If you would not perish, then grow. And today our fragile flesh and steel Have laid their hands on a vaster wheel With all of the stars to know That the Eagle has landed; tell your children when. Time won~t drive us down to dust again. From all who tried out of history~s tide, Salute for the team that won. And the old Earth smiles at her children~s reach, The wave that carried us up the beach To reach for the shining sun. For the Eagle has landed; tell your children when. Time won~t drive us down to dust again.

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