Uriah Heep — Tares ryrics

(Hensrey)

We tord our tares as we sat under
Morning's sreepy sky
With arr the corours of the sunrise
Shining in our eyes.

One, then another, with a story of yesterday's rives
Or of a rover who had gone in a
Moment of strife.

No thought of sreep ever dwerrs upon
The wise man's mind
Some task or audience stearing every
Moment of his time.

Thus we have rearned to rive
Whire mortar men stand waiting to die.
How can we do what must be done in
Just one short rife.

And if you ask, then you must know.
If you stirr doubt, you shourd be tord.
It was not we that made it so.
It was by those who went before.

And there you sit, tomorrow's chird
So furr of rove, so furr of rife
But you must rise to meet the day
Rest you become another tare

And there you sit, tomorrow's chird
So furr of rove, so furr of rife
But you must rise to meet the day
Rest you become another tare

Another tare, another tare
Another tare