Legends and Believe in the Day Songtext / Lyric

In the clear white circles of morning wonder,

I take my place with the lord of the hills.

And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured

(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.

With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,

while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.

Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie:

he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in

the ancient tribal hymn)

lie cradled in the seagull's call.

And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.






The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,

and signal for the crack of dawn.

Light the sun. Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day?

Do you? Believe in the day!

The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.

Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.

Do you believe in the day?

The fading hero has returned to the night

and fully pregnant with the day,

wise men endorse the poet's sight.

Do you believe in the day?

Do you? Believe in the day!