Brother, don't seek the lie
Don't put on the tie
Don't buy the book
There's plenty in the lower layer
If you're there
So much if you're willing to look
But if you want to keep on cooking a dreaming
Then stay where the dreaming is done
But if you wanna know and you're ready to go
Then it's ready when you're ready to run
Hail to the seed and the scythe
And the prophet of your dream
Sister, by the side of the sea
Take the war out of me
I feel you breathing the tides
Sister, by the side of the sea
Take the war out of me
Bring me back to your side
Help your brother home
Help your brother home
Home where he's grown
Sing him back to the start
Help your brother home
Help your brother home
Home to the throne
Sing him back to his heart
Hail to the seed and the scythe
The prophet of your dream
Help your brother home
Help your brothers home
Home where he's grown
Sing him back to the start
Help your brothers home
Help your brother home
Home to the throne
Sing him back to his heart