Vanishing Tribe

(альбом: The Thin Red Line - 1986)

Vanishing tribe, vanishing love
And as the sun goes down
It marks the end of day
When the moon comes out
It takes my breath away
In my memories
The children dance and sing
Bringing happiness that only children bring
I've seen the new world come
I see the old world go
I've watched the sky shed tears
Till rivers overflow
I feel the mountains move
I'm watching nature die
I hear the young men singing
As the old men cry

Vanishing tribe, vanishing love
Vanishing tribe, vanishing love
I've had my life my time has come
Vanishing tribe

Now as I near the light a shadow follows me
On such a tribal night she sets her children free
They can take my life but
They can't take my home
Dance closer to the light
I vanish all alone

I see a distant light
The stars are burning bright
My tribe is fading...