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Achilles Last Stand

It was an April morning,
When they told us we should go.
As I turned to you,
You smiled at me.
How could we say no?

With all the fun to have,
To live the dreams we always had.
Woa the songs to sing,
When we at last return again.

Sending off a glancing kiss,
To those who claim they know.
To know the streets the seaman hears,
The devil is in his hole.

Oh, to sail away,
To sandy lands and other days.
Oh, to touch the dream,
Hides inside and never seen, yeah!

Into the sun, the south, the north,
Lies the first of hope.
The shackles of commitment fell,
In pieces on the ground.

Oh, to ride the wind,
To tread the air above the din.
Oh, to laugh out loud,
Dancing as we fought the crowd.

To seek the man whose pointing hand,
The giant step unfolds,
With guidance from the curving path,
That churns up into stone.

If one bell should ring,
In celebration for a king,
So fast the heart should beat,
As proud the head with heavy feet, yeah!

Days went by when you and I,
Made an eternal summers glow.
As far away and distant,
Our mutual time to grow
Oh, the sweet refrain,
Soothes the soul and calms the pain.
Oh, Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again.

Wondering and wondering,
What place to rest the search.
The mighty arms of Atlas,
Hold the heavens from the earth.

The mighty arms of Atlas,
Hold the heavens from the earth.

From the earth...
Ooooooooooooooh....

I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way.
I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way.

Oooh, aaah, Oooh, aaah...

Well, the mighty arms of Atlas,
Hold the heavens from the earth.
Oooh, aaah, Oooh, aaah...

Presence
Achilles Last Stand