Born in forty nine
Part of a long long line of roses and wine
And we wore clouds of thread and we buried our dead
The future was mine
Or so they said
And late in sixty five
Underneath sun and skies hearing words from wise some dowers
Teaching the past through a rose coloured glass
Said the Fenix will rise from the ashes at last
And build glass houses with ivory towers
On streets paved with gold where we'll never grow old
And old glass houses and ivory towers
Are not what they seem they're fragile as dreams
Oh seventy one
They were handing out boots and guns to some mother's son
But seventy eight they said sorry but we made a mistake
Time for some fun
Ooh ain't life great
In tall glass houses with ivory towers
The beaches are gold and we'll never grow old
And old glass houses ivory towers
There fragile as dreams but never what they seem
You know nowadays you go to town
There's glass all around
And they're still building towers
And they're buried deep in the ground
A travesty staring at me
Old glass houses ivory towers
They flash like a sun from every one
We live in glass houses with ivory towers
Protecting our gold and we're all growing old
And we're all growing old
