Lyrics

In great deeds something abides On great fields something stays Forms change and pass; bodies disappear But spirits linger To consecrate ground for the vision place of the soul And reverent men and women from afar And generations that know us not And that we know not of Shall come here To ponder and to dream And the power of the vision shall pass into their souls
Writer(s): Frank Wildhorn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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