Dr Project Point Blank Blues Band - Dedicated

(with the great respect to The Man in Black) DEDICATED - Dr (spoken) The earth will tramble and the sea will roare They'll become one, for once more There'll be no man to plough the earth For man to sail, there'll be no shore There'll be no woman to give the birth to blue eyed sons and darling young ones I look up, and wait for the Man to come around There are no stone walls Around this prison of mine And there no steal bars to hide the sun must be I'm getting old There's a sunny sky right above my head but what I see is black instead Must be I'm getting blind The drums will sound on the empty field There'll be no one to raise the shield Fixing problems with guns and lead Waiting for the man to raise the dead I'll wait For the man to come around There's no sound up in the sky But I hear the four riders, Riding hard Must be I'm getting deaf So, I raised my hand To say a word But I guess I'll never be heard Reckon, I must be the fool The trumpet will sound for the final score The ears to hear will be no more The heaven and hell will be one again The hand will reach out for the hand Truth will be spread through out the land I'll wait The man will come around