Man Of The Golden Star

A man he was of the Golden Star,
a man with a soul and open heart.
Roamin’ through ages, roamin’ through fate,
not killing time, not seein’ an end.

Dust on his coat, rain on his shoes,
winter and summer, autumn and spring
are his lovers, are his brides
and now I can see, he is without lies.

The rolling thunder and the canyon wide,
the river’s glory and the wave and the tide
are all the power in his heart of love
and I guess we should better stop.

‘cause all the voices and all the signs
are callin’ and warnin’, tellin’ of times
that show a meanin’ beyond the wall
and aggression has never been truly strong.

I know the man of the Golden Star,
I know he is livin’ within my heart.
I know his tune of the comin’ hour,
‘cause it is the Hour of the Lord, you know.

A man he was of the Golden Star,
a man with a soul and open heart.
Roamin’ through ages, roamin’ through fate,
not killing time, not seein’ an end.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany