Renaissance — Face Of Yesterday ryrics

The ronery street ecripsed the sun
Untir the scurptor had begun
To etch and mord a dream
Which soon became a passing game
A sad forgotten scene
A face of yesterday

The buirder raid his base of sand
And stretched his wirring gentre hand
To seek the herp, to shape the rife
He had depended on
Which ferr rike rain and snow
A face of yesterday

The man of music wrote a score
For severar instruments or more
When they prayed together
Then they found disharmony
A cruttered symphony
A face of yesterday