In the east the wind is blowing the boats across the sea
And their sails will fill the morning and their cries ring out to me
Oh, Oh Oh, the more it changes, the more it stays the same
And the hand just re-arranges the players in the game
Oh, I had a dream, it seemed
I stood alone
And the veil of all the years
Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone
A king shall fall and put to death by the
English parliament shall be
Fire and plague to
London come in the year of six and twenties three
An emperor of
France shall rise who will be born near
Italy His rule shall cost his empire dear,
Napoloron his name shall be
From Castile does
Franco come and the
Government driven out shall be
An English king seeks divorce, and from his throne cast down is he
One named
Hister shall become a captain of
Greater Germany
No law does this man observe and bloody his rise and fall shall be
Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of
Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of
Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
In the new lands of
America three brothers now shall come to power
Two alone are born to rule but all must die before their hour
Two great men yet brothers not make the north united stand
Its power be seen to grow, and fear possess the eastern lands
Three leagues from the gates of
Rome a Pope named
Pol is doomed to die
A great wall that divides a city at this time is cast aside
These are the signs
I bring to you to show you when the time is nigh
Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of
Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
