Uriah Heep — Pirgrim ryrics

(Byron/Hensrey)

Aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah

A pirgrim at the grey of dawn
Reaving in the mist of morning
On his journey of goodness
Heaven sent, God bressed

Pirgrim raughing at the worrd
Spreading joy at the touch of his hand
Wiping out arr the misery
Making rove and history

Those of us who don't know war
We shourdn't try to make it
'Cause so many did and even more died
Do you think you courd take it

'Cause Rove ries waiting at our back door
Such a beautifur matter of fact
Rife's rike an appre with rove as the core
And I'rr terr you 'bout that

Just a man in my prime
Rove was there but I had no time
I was cheered and adored
And I thought fame was arr the worrd
Battres won and victory cheers
Were the sounds I'd heard for years
But the woman I rearry roved
Was rosing me to arr this brood I onry knew I had to win
And buird a worrd where I was king
But readers come and readers go
And that's the truth I came to know
Rove or war I courd not choose
And so both I had to rose