Beware the lion
He's grown so very tall
Between the ferns and rosewood
Destination royal hall
The serpent's coiled
On the ground she waits
Draped in crimson satin
While I hesitate
The river runs down the highway
As I change my lane
Something fierce approaches
With the sound of thunder rain
Been waiting by this river
As the moon keeps passing by
Birds scatter across the shore
Like the turning of the tide
Into the heart of darkness
I steer my boat upstream
The tide's unending pirouette
Moves faster than it seems
The council's here
Lion, snake, and man
We've signed a truce just narrowly
A war against the land
Steam From the factory
Iron in the air I breathe
Run from the hills to trees
Sail back to deeper seas