Children of Time - Iona

Fair, they shine through the burning zone —

The rainbow gleams of a world unknown

There are veils that lift, there are bars that fall

There are lights that beacon, and winds that call

There are hurrying feet, and we dare not wait

For the hour is on us

The circling hour of the flaming gate

Oh Children of Time

Children of Time

The music calls and the gates unclose

Onward and onward the wild way goes

O fading phantoms of pain and mirth

We die in the bliss of a new birth

Of fading loves

Fading loves of the old green Earth

Children of Time

To follow to seek to dare

Step by step in the evening air

Children of Time

Fair, they shine through the burning zone

The rainbow gleams of a world unknown

Fair, they shine through the burning zone

The rainbow gleams