Pendragon - Elephants Never Grow Old lyrics

The hand that held the gun That made the final choice Rolls the fine white ivory That settles in the dust The gentle giant grey shadow moves On the chequers board of life And falling in slow motion To a graveyard in a black square Whose father was somebody's saturday afternoon idea of fun To go mad with a gun Walking in tall gra** Like walking on broken gla** Running so free Like a young boy With the wind in his hair They should all be there If only somebody cared