Ancient Ages

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Lyrics, by Arlan Andrews, Sr.

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Recorded version © copyright Arlan Andrews, Sr. and Catherine Asaro, 2012
Original version © copyright Arlan Andrews, Sr., 1978

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Lost worlds of the ancient ages
Sung by poets, scorned by sages:
Aerie towers age-stricken down
Becoming part of Earth and ground.
Palaces, abodes of kings,
Lying deep at sea, remembering
Pyramids of earth and stone
Stand like mountains overgrown

With roots of plants and root of Man:
There was a Pattern and a Plan.

Around the world today we see
Strange remnants of this Mystery:
A pyramid, a sacred hill
The lonely ruins standing still
The mark the channels where still flow
Energies we do not know.

For purposes we cannot ken
Yet once were known by ancient men.
With faith we may yet understand:
There was a Pattern and a Plan.

Lost worlds of the ancient ages
Sung by poets, scorned by sages:
Aerie towers age-stricken down
Becoming part of Earth and ground.
Palaces, abodes of kings,
Lying deep at sea, remembering
Pyramids of earth and stone
Stand like mountains overgrown

With roots of plants and root of Man:
There was a Pattern and a Plan.

Around the world in massive stone
In standing circles and alone
The ancient wise erected high
Their monuments to measure sky
To chart the course of Moon and Sun
And Stars to mark the seasons’ run.

Size, Form and Shape helped them to tap
The Mother Earth’s sweet magic pap
With rites of gods and rites of Man
There was a Pattern and a Plan.

Lost worlds of the ancient ages
Sung by poets, scorned by sages:
Aerie towers age-stricken down
Becoming part of Earth and ground.
Palaces, abodes of kings,
Lying deep at sea, remembering
Pyramids of earth and stone
Stand like mountains overgrown

With roots of plants and root of Man:
There was a Pattern and a Plan.

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