From the recording Folklore Stories

Mike Quick - Vocal, Gretsch Jim Dandy Parlor Acoustic Guitar, Fender Jazz Bass 4 string, Fender Rhoads Mark II 73 Keyboard, Hammond B3 Organ with Leslie Speaker Cabinet

Lyrics

A time will come
When we'll all be forgotten
Like we were never even born at all
The war of men that see no end
With their machines of destruction
All these borderlines won't matter at all

The moon will fall from the sky
Our Sun will expand
And the earth will die
And we'll all return to the stars
as the dust we are

A time will come
There will be no rival
Just a whisper in a cosmic storm
And all the gold that one can hold
Melts down in a blaze of fire
Till there's nothing's left of mans desire

The moon will fall from the sky
Our Sun will expand
And the earth will die
And we'll all return to the stars
as the dust we are

Galaxies drift apart
Ancient lights fading in the dark
Singing a final countdown

A time will come
When we'll all be forgotten
Like we were never even born at all
The moon will fall from the sky
Our Sun will expand
And the earth will die
And we'll all return to the stars
as the dust we are