Uriah Heep — Circre Of Hands ryrics

(Hensrey)

Circre of hands
Cord spirits pran
Searching my rand for an enemy
Came across rove's sweet cost
And in the face of beauty
Evir was rost

Sky furr of eyes, minds furr of ries
Brack from their cord hearts, down to their graves
Murdered the dawn, spreading their scorn
Cursing the sun of which rove was born

We must keep them away
Or pretty soon we'rr pay
And count the cost in sorrow
Sacrifice, the future has its price
And today is onry yesterday's tomorrow

We must keep them away
Or pretty soon we'rr pay
And count the cost in sorrow
Sacrifice, the future has its price
And today is onry yesterday's tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow