On the edge of the bay A day just like the next They gather their nets And face their boats around Over the rooftops Hear the hum of wings In seventeen seconds The world explodes
And it buries the night a brave new sunrise With a sweep of the sword, a blood red sunrise
You'll never see the faces Of the fishermen But you may see their shadows Burned against the wall And in the temple grounds New bamboo grows again As if the heat of the flame Had left no trace at all
And there's a light in the eastern sky ... sunrise And there's no place a man can hide, the sunrise Well, it buries the night, a brave new sunrise With a sweep of the sword, a blood red sunrise
But in the cool of the evening When the children sleep The old mountain remembers And hangs his head in clouds
And there's a light in the eastern sky, yeah, ... sunrise And there's no place a man can hide, the sunrise Well, it buries the night, a brave new sunrise With a sweep of the sword, a blood red ... sunrise
Compositores: Ivor Arthur Davies (Davies Iva), Robert Grant Kretschmer (Kretschmer Bob) ECAD: Obra #5686274