Lyrics In Memory Of The Martyrs - Barclay James Harvest
Life
is
like
a
tall
ship
Drifting
gently
from
the
shore
Time
is
like
a
fair
wind
With
a
lifetime
to
explore
The
beauty
that
surrounds
you
Was
meant
to
be
adored
The
problems
that
surround
you
Were
meant
to
be
ignored
We
are
love,
we
are,
we
are
love
We
are
love,
we
are,
we
are
love
I
dreamt
I
held
a
baby
I
dreamt
I
held
a
child
I
dreamt
I
held
a
young
man
A
prisoner
in
my
hand
My
hand
I
could
not
open
The
man
grew
up
inside
A
prisoner
without
reason
Just
on
the
other
side
We
are
love,
we
are,
we
are
love
We
are
love,
we
are,
we
are
love
The
blood
red
rose
of
summer
Grows
elegant
and
tall
In
memory
of
the
green
grass
Beyond
the
guardian
wall
The
green
grass
grows
forever
Beneath
the
bloody
sky
In
memory
of
the
martyrs
She′ll
cover
when
they
die
We
are
love,
we
are,
we
are
love
We
are
love,
we
are,
we
are
love
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