(Lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals & Dash Crofts, 1971)
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On a crisp as bacon morning with the sunshine on my head,
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From the twilight of the dawning raised myself up from my bed.
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Fixed mine eyes upon a favor like no mortal eye behold,
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Then I chose to taste the flavor of the ancient of the old.
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On a chill as winter evening in a doubtful circumstance,
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He stopped the evil breathing of a one time's serpent's chance.
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Old black sea with silver lining how I long with all my soul,
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To quaff the mystic fragrance of the ancient of the old.
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From a red as amber burning with a chalice in my hand,
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I know there is no turning I must now obey command.
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At last decree has destined now the mystery untold,
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Will shine in all its glory from the ancient of the old.
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Ancient Of The Old
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| Seals & Crofts |
