In spite of earnest dreams we're broken In spite of arrogance we're humbled For all these stubborn minds we compromise Through all of the rose gardens let us walk Without prickling thorns Through golden lambs may burn, Let us not be tempted more For every cup I drink,don't let me spill one drop In spite of tempting gold we'll never sell our souls To fight for what we've founded, We'll always hold our ground To fight the stale malaise,to fight to preserve our ways Through all of the rose gardens let us walk Without prickling thorns Through golden lambs may burn, Let us not be tempted more For every cup I drink,don't let me spill one drop One more down,we're moving up That much less to go New hope lies within the pain of sweat and of blood You can bet we'll see you there Our shadows will fly over the mountain tops We'll see you thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
