As the bell must strike the hour As the west must stab the sun So our hearts must heed the flow Of deeper tides that run Far beyond this bare indifference That prosperity esteems Where the spirit raves and dances Through our very veins At winter's edge you found me By the fields of wild gold My hands still filled with ashes From fires long cold You pulled me from the wreckage Of bitterness and blame Flung open the page And put some flesh on the bones of my dreams On the streets the blossom snowing And the drum is beating slow To hear you speak so clear Well I'm slicing through the fear And setting all the beacons blazing oh! It's staring out plainer than ever Brighter than all the fool's gold that gleams It's simply now or never Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams And they can plunder the cave of sorrows They can strip the gallery bare Try to build a fence around the visions In our heads, choke every spark In a cloak of despair But we got something they can't stifle With their price tags and picture frames Got a flower for every rifle Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams