(Nardelli/Squire)
I was standing in a court yard,
With an atlas in my hand,
Listening to men talking about Valhala,
In words so simple,
A child could understand,
And the rain fell like a river,
And the waters turned to sand.
And the bells rang,
And the angels sang.
As history turned a new page,
And the Bhudda Boy,
Shouted out for joy,
This is a golden age.
I closed my eyes and tried to listen,
To the voice speaking on the radio.
Talking about a man on some kind of mission,
Was it for real or just fa show,
They asked me If I'd found the new religion,
I told them that I didn't really know.
And the bells rang,
And the angels sang,
As history turned a new page.
And the Bhudda Boy,
Shouted out for joy
This is a golden age.
Feel that breeze blowing.
In your hair,
Catch it in your hand,
Well that breeze that your holding there,
Will one day become a hurricane.
And the bells rang,
And the angels sang.
Let the bells ring,
And the angels sing,
As history turned a new page,
And the Bhudda Boy,
Shouted out for joy,
This is a golden age.
There's nothing you can do about it.
Mother Nature's on the rise,
There's nothing you can do about it,
It's changing right before your eyes.
There's nothing you can do about it,
Its gonna catch you right by surprise.
Up ahead I saw a jester,
Talking to a king whod tost his crown,
He said hey man you better run for cover.
The whole world's turning upside down,
The king called out for a gaurdsman,
But not a single one could be found.
And the bells rang,
And the angels sang,
As history turned a new page.
And the Bhudda Boy,
Shouted out for joy,
This is a golden age.
I was standing in a court yard,
With an atlas in my hand,
Listening to men talking about Valhala,
In words so simple,
A child could understand,
And the rain fell like a river,
And the waters turned to sand.
And the bells rang,
And the angels sang.
As history turned a new page,
And the Bhudda Boy,
Shouted out for joy,
This is a golden age.
I closed my eyes and tried to listen,
To the voice speaking on the radio.
Talking about a man on some kind of mission,
Was it for real or just fa show,
They asked me If I'd found the new religion,
I told them that I didn't really know.
And the bells rang,
And the angels sang,
As history turned a new page.
And the Bhudda Boy,
Shouted out for joy
This is a golden age.
Feel that breeze blowing.
In your hair,
Catch it in your hand,
Well that breeze that your holding there,
Will one day become a hurricane.
And the bells rang,
And the angels sang.
Let the bells ring,
And the angels sing,
As history turned a new page,
And the Bhudda Boy,
Shouted out for joy,
This is a golden age.
There's nothing you can do about it.
Mother Nature's on the rise,
There's nothing you can do about it,
It's changing right before your eyes.
There's nothing you can do about it,
Its gonna catch you right by surprise.
Up ahead I saw a jester,
Talking to a king whod tost his crown,
He said hey man you better run for cover.
The whole world's turning upside down,
The king called out for a gaurdsman,
But not a single one could be found.
And the bells rang,
And the angels sang,
As history turned a new page.
And the Bhudda Boy,
Shouted out for joy,
This is a golden age.