Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a on which we pass,
a sleepwalk trick for mind and
hopeless, I know,
but onward I go
and try to a start
at seeing something more than
survival by final death.
If I this the sum
of the life to which we've
I waste my breath.
Somehow, there be more.
There was a time when more was than
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in more mundane, thought rattles round
my
we live, we die...and

In the there was order and destiny
but now that path has the border, and
on our
is no way to face the future, it be.
Though the which hold us in place
through eons in unruffled grace
we, too, the face of creation.

As sucks and pulses periodically
the bud unfolds, the is dead, all space
is history.
It seems as though time must us, yet
we're
and though I see no God to us yet we

through the of progress
which get us very far.
All illusion! All is
we yet know what we are...
laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!
With eyes but lifting hearts, we're
of sand
and though, in time, the sea may us for
its own
we are the rocks root the future - on us
it grows!

We might not be there to it
if eternity's a
but I think that I can it
if the next is the best.
Even if there is a heaven we die
endless bliss be as meaningless as the lie
that always comes as to the question
"Why do we see the eyes of creation?"

Adrift without a course, it's very here,
our only conjecture what lies the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime means more
my own one-
dreams of a grander than we are.
Time and Space hang heavy on my
when all is over who can say
no mutated force shall
Though the towers of the city are to we
men of
still we know we scale the heights some
day.
in the silence-
frightened, but very hard,
let us make of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
blisters, image splinters gravitate
towards the centre, in final
disintegrate.
The now beckons
and Man, too, must His place...
just a few fleeting seconds
to wander in the
and the children who were move on
reincarnation its now perfected song
and at last we are of the bonds of creation.

All the jokers and gaolers, all the and
too,
all the throng who danced a merry tune-
we can all be,
but Humanity we rise above,
in the of all faith and hope and love.
a time for all pilgrims, and a time for
the too,
there's a time we all will stand alone and

naked to the
naked, but in the overview...
as we reach Childhood's End we anew.

And though is the highway
and the peak's distance my heart,
for I never shall see it, I play my part,
that what waits for us
is the cosmos compared to the of the
past...
in the of mere Human life shall start