Melody:			Back to Roth's Song Index
By:		Leslie Fish
On:		Minus Ten and Counting

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

Chorus
    But the Eagle has landed
    Tell your children when
    Time won't drive us down to dust again.

Cycles burn while the far stars turn
And peoples and planets age
Life's crown passes to younger lands
Time brushes dust of hope from his hands
And turns another page

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 open skies
and a single flag unfurled.

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

From all who tried out of history's tide
Salute for the team that won!
The old Earth smiles at her children's reach
The wave that carried us up the beach
To reach for the rising sun