Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the earth
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Past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave mother nature birth
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Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is seen,
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A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where he's been
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Wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been
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The shore now gone behind the hills, a forest in our sight,
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Rocks and distant mountains, bathed in waves of blinding light
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Forests from far gone time, no living man has seen,
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A private prehistoric world, for you and I a dream
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Brownish hue dicates my eye, no colour hides their fear,
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Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere
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Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
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Hidden deep below our earth, a frightening, bygone age
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Their shepherd came, now long extinct, a huge primeval man
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The three men filled with disbelief, just turned as one and ran.
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The Forest
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| Rick Wakeman |
