THE TEMPLE OF THE KİNG
RAİNBOW
One day in the Year of the Fox,
came a time remembered well,
when the strong young man of the rising sun
heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the Year of the Fox,
when the bell began to ring,
meant the time had come
for one to go to the Temple of the King.
There in the middle of the circle he stands
searching, seeking.
With just one touch of his trembling hand
the answer will be found.
Daylight waits while the old man sings
"Heaven help me"
and then like the rush of a thousand wings
it shines upon the one
and the day had just begun.
One day in the Year of the Fox,
came a time remembered well,
when the strong young man of the rising sun
heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the Year of the Fox,
when the bell began to sing,
it meant the time had come
for the one to go to the Temple of the King.
There in the middle of the people he stands
seeing, feeling
with just a wave of a strong right hand
he's gone
to the Temple of the King.
Far from the circle at the edge of the world
he's hoping, wondering.
Thinking back from the stories he's heard
of what he's going to see.
There in middle of the circle it lies
heaven help me
then all could see by the shine in his eyes
the answer had been found.
Back with the people in the circle he stands
giving, feeling
with just one touch of a strong right hand
they know
of the Temple and the King.
came a time remembered well,
when the strong young man of the rising sun
heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the Year of the Fox,
when the bell began to ring,
meant the time had come
for one to go to the Temple of the King.
There in the middle of the circle he stands
searching, seeking.
With just one touch of his trembling hand
the answer will be found.
Daylight waits while the old man sings
"Heaven help me"
and then like the rush of a thousand wings
it shines upon the one
and the day had just begun.
One day in the Year of the Fox,
came a time remembered well,
when the strong young man of the rising sun
heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the Year of the Fox,
when the bell began to sing,
it meant the time had come
for the one to go to the Temple of the King.
There in the middle of the people he stands
seeing, feeling
with just a wave of a strong right hand
he's gone
to the Temple of the King.
Far from the circle at the edge of the world
he's hoping, wondering.
Thinking back from the stories he's heard
of what he's going to see.
There in middle of the circle it lies
heaven help me
then all could see by the shine in his eyes
the answer had been found.
Back with the people in the circle he stands
giving, feeling
with just one touch of a strong right hand
they know
of the Temple and the King.
