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- words, James Richards
-music, Lance

James Richards, an old friend from high school, wrote the lyrics. We had performed it for a school Christmas show all those many years ago. James even still had the program though neither of us could remember how the music went. So, I set about to re-write the music. James, liking what I came up with, agreed that it would be a nice addition to this new album.

Lyrics

It’s the end of Eternity
The passing of Time
Most of the seasons
Have finished their rhyme
Mornings of glory
Visions of Saints
Have fallen from the canvas
of Artist’s paints
Most of the seasons
Have finished their rhyme
It’s the end of Eternity
The passing of Time

Further than winter
Are the shadows of doom
They cover the centuries
With becoming gloom
Most of the seasons
Have finished their rhyme
It’s the end of Eternity
The passing of Time

Through the vast portals
Come the wings of thought
The future is alive
for those it caught
Brightness and Sun
And the intensity of speed
Bring eternity alive
For those to be freed

Life will laugh
When free from sin
But for some
It’s the Prelude to the End