Dawn of light lying between a silence and solid sources,
Chased amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten,
Won't to follow, only tunes of a different age, as the links span
Our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting.

Ours the story shall we carry on
And search the forest of the sun
We dream as we dream! Dream as one

In the days of summers so long
We danced as evenings sang their song
We wander out the days so long

Whispers of clay
Alternate ways

Do the leaves of green stay greener in the autumn
Does the colour of the sun turn crimson white
Does a shadow come between us in the winter
Is the movement really light

And I heard a million voices singing
Acting to the story that they had heard about
Does on child know the secret and can say it
Or does it all come out along without you
                        along without you
                        along without you

Where does reason stop and killing just take over
Does a lamb cry out before we shoot it dead
Are there many more in comfort understanding
Is the movement in the head

And I heard a million voices singing
Acting to the story that they had heard about
Does one child know the secret and can say it
Or does it all come out along without you
                        along without you
                        along without you

Hold me my love, hold me today, call me round
Travel we say, wander we choose, love tune
Lay upon me, hold me around lasting hours
We love when we play
We hear a sound and alter our returning
Drift the shadows, course our way back home

Look me my love sentences move dancing away
We join we receive
As our song memories long hope in a way
Nous sommes du soleil
Hold me around lasting hours
We love when we play
Nous sommes du soleil
We love when we play
Nous sommes du soleil

How do you get even with your sacred senses
Ebery time, your Brother don't mind
I don't know we've been running through your friendship
Try to, deep in time
Your Brother don't know

First to touch, when you lose
Finally time again
Talk, talk, talk will spill the cup
Then break you down and then
Put your thoughts to action
And the consequence is mine
You don't know
You don't know
You're making time

So who's to blame, don't ever doubt it
Your Brother don't know
I said who's to blame
Don't ever doubt it
Your Brother don't know

Last time you tried to ride it
Check yourself and realise
Your ability, your ability, your ability
And the more you try to push that limit
How you justify you might not get it
So you're backing out, a sign of your disability

Eh! I don't mind and they don't care
But your Brother does
I said I don't mind and they don't care
But your Brother does

Who to believe, Who to believe in
Who to believe, Who to believe in

Acts of faith set you apart
And it's alright 'cos your Brother don't know

Escape gets you going
So you finally try again
But the down and out they call the police
So they push you back again
And then you get to get it screaming
And the lessons you seem to never learn
It's all about being human
I believe it is your turn

Say my Brother is my Brother (Brother)
My Brother is my soul
I said my Brother is my Brother (Brother)
Yes Brother is my soul
Say my Brother

By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride
They set off with their guide
To reach the mountain side

Roped as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic rock they went
Look up from our telescopic lair,
One star for us to share,
We continue on our prayer.

Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.

[Narration:]
**Admiring shades of lava, which imperceptibly passed
from reddish brown to bright yellow, their way lit by crystals
appearing as lighted globes, they continued through the lava
gallery which gently sloped until they reached the intersection
of two roads.  Without hesitation, Professor Liddenbrook chose
the eastern tunnel.  And the journey continued, through a succession
of arches appearing before them as if they were the isles of a
Gothic cathedral.  The walls were enhanced with impressions
of rock weeds, and mosses from the Silurian epoch.**

[music]

[Narration:]
**The eastern route they had taken had come to a dead end.
With three day's walk back to the fork to find Arnie Saclosin's [Arne Saknussemm's]
original route, they found their water rations were limited
to one day.  Knowing their only chance of finding water was
on that route, they set off for the fork, and there, finally,
they fell, almost lifeless on the third day.  After sleep, they
continued down the other tunnel in their quest for water.  And
while searching on his own, Hans, the guide, heard the sound
of water thundering behind a granite wall, and with a pick axe,
attacked the wall so as to allow a stream of boiling water to
enter and cool in their tunnel.  Not only had they found life in
the water, but they had also found a flowing guide to the centre
of the earth.  They called the stream the Hansbath.**

[music]

[Narration:]
**Replenished with the water, the journey continued with haste,
but somehow they found themselves separated.  Professor Liddenbrook's
nephew, Axel, found himself alone.  His mind was seized with
unparalleled fear, and he saw memories of home flashing before
him.  His fiance, Grauben.  His house and friends in Hamburg.
He saw hallucinations of all the incidents of the journey.  And
unworthy as he felt, he knelt in fervent prayer.  And then in
panic he ran blindly through a tunnel, only to reach a dead end,
where he fell panting for breath.  In the darkness, he cried.
Voices.  Voices.  Voices.  He heard voices.  He heard his uncle's voice.
Due to the shape of the gallery and the conducting power of the rocks,
his uncle's voice was uncannily  traveling around the walls.  And by
means of their chronometers, they discovered they were four miles
apart.  So Axel set about the task of rejoining the Professor and
their guide.**

Let us be lovers
We'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag

So we bought a pack of cigarettes
And Mrs. Wagner's Pies
And walked on, walked on, walked on
To look for America

'Kathy,' I said as we boarded a Greyhound to Pittsburg,
'Michigan seems like a dream to me now'
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the Gabardine suit was a spy
I said, 'Be carefull his bow tie is really a camera.'

Kathy I'm lost I said
Although I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and I'm aching
And I don't know why

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America