Bow your head In the sea of red There are stories to be told As the years go by All the memories unfold Now look and listen as you walk around And you'll hear voices on the wind Those lonely whispers from this hallowed ground

Looking up for heaven And all their words for glory Well they always sounded empty When we're looking up for heaven When we're lying in the dirt There's no looking up for heaven Stories told to me And stories told to you Way down here upon the ground

And we are full of stories to be told. Cross my heart and hope to die, As you held me down, you said: "I'll see you in the future when we're older I'll see you with your laughter lines." Ashen faces in cold breeze, I'll see you in the future when we're

Don't know why My old friend My old friend, I recall The times we had, hanging on my wall I wouldn't trade them for gold 'Cause they laugh and they cry me Somehow sanctify me They're woven in the stories I have told, and tell again

The day the freebird fell Oh, I remember it well So many cried when Ronnie died He never said farewell What he'd say in a southern song Stories told still here long I was just a teenage boy on my way to school Freebird fell Mama mad at me for me 'cause I

Looking up for heaven And all their words were glory Well they all, they sounded empty When we're looking up for heaven When we're lying in the dark There's no looking up for heaven Stories told to me and stories told to you Way down here upon the ground

There are no more tales to be told! No more stories from battles of old! Now it seems our journey has come to an end! We are scraping the barrel my friend! For many a-year we have travelled the seas Singing songs about pirates and all their misdeeds!

When did it get so cold? Where did the love we had go? How could you changed so fast there? When did your heart grow cold? When did you lose all feeling? When did these promises become stories and never told? When did you turn away? When did you stop