I know where there's a spring of blood and water
It bubbles up from somewhere deep in the hearts of man
There have come whirlpools to this place in recent times
Drinking down the breath of brothers
And you might think that it's your world
And the rest of us should fall away
In forty moons you might find
That it belongs to yesterday's child
I wish I had been raised wild by wolves
And padded through a forest a thousand years before man
Singing with my clan at two moons or three echoing across the world
The exact sound of freedom
And you might think that it's your world
And the rest of us should fall away
In forty moons you might find
That it belongs to yesterday's child
And if you feel that way
Face the dark and fight
Or keep on dreaming
Cause dreams make light
[Instrumental (Electric Guitar)]
In forty moons you might find
That it belongs to yesterday's child
