Happy The Man - The Falcon lyrics

Falcon: People, as a man to you I cannot speak My glory is one of wing and not of feet I am a falcon, a hunter and a liege I bring you a message From the animals to the beasts You are the children You are the innocent And the deadly too In the things you do Listen to the dying cry of the timber wolf A shadow of the d**h of man as well This choke-damp air is upon us All other species grieve While man "The Thinker" thinks of games That turn this Earth to hell You are the parvenue It is a part of you So why defend it with your powers? Soon all these things you see All of life's mysteries will be gone by you Perhaps this hour Spectator 1: Maybe he speaks of a fantasy Spectator 2: More likely some machine in his chest Is playing a tape from some data bank An amusement designed for our heads Falcon: Fools, fools you are All of you fools, fools you are Narrator: There's a cold grey sky in the morning White mist on mountains glazed Sun slanting shafts through evergreen's cones Where dew in colours dance Peace sleep here, in warmed gra**es Peace belong, where love's the way In forest's retreat, where soft waters beat And oceans caress gentle seas The stories are kept, in waiting perhaps For the children to outgrow their play Play, children to outgrow their play