The Majesty of Rock

There's a pulse in the new-born sun;
A beat in the heat of noon;
There's a song as the day grows long
And a tempo in the tides of the moon
It's all around us and it's everywhere
And it's deeper than Royal blue
And it feels so real you can feel the feeling!

And that's The Majesty Of Rock!
The fantasy of Roll!
The ticking of the clock
The wailing of the soul!
The prisoner in the dock
The digger in the hole
We're in this together...and ever...

In the shade of a jungle glade
Or the rush of the crushing street
On the plain, on the foamy main
You can never escape from the beat
It's in the mud and it's in your blood
And its conquest is complete
And all that you can do is just surrender

To the Majesty of Rock!
The Pageantry of Roll!
The crowing of the cock
The running of the foal!
The shepherd with his flock
The miner with his coal
We're in this together...and ever...

When we die, do we haunt the sky?
Do we lurk in the murk of the seas?
What then? Are we born again?
Just to sit asking questions like these?
I know, for I told me so
And I'm sure each of you quite agrees:
The more it stays the same, the less it changes!

And that's The Majesty Of Rock!
The Mystery of Roll!
The darning of the sock
The scoring of the goal!
The farmer takes a wife
The barber takes a pole
We're in this together...and ever...