Renaissance – The Flood At Lyons

You lie in peaceful slumbers but yet so proud
So safe the second city
Houses reach the skyline
And far below the narrow streets
That sing with the movement of the crowd

No break from daily changes as life goes on
Secure as French men can be
Fill your time with love and wine
And in your heart you’ll know as long as you
There will always be a song

Then on a winter’s day
With your face against the cold and rain
In the wind there’s changes, the rivers rise
The water grips the town, tears fill her eyes

I’m standing here, which way to go
The crossroads call but they don’t know
Midnight, caught inside
I’m standing here, could all be lost?
The crossroads call, you’ve stood so long

It weaves the strangest picture of silky thread
The shadows cast reflection
Lyons as the water’s bed
Trees that stand look straight ahead
And search for a sight of distant land

This was a winter’s day
In your heart you felt the cold and rain
Change the wind to silence, there’s not a sound
Silver patterns run and dance upon the ground

I’m standing here which way to go
The crossroads call but they don’t know
Midnight, caught inside
I’m standing here, could all be lost?
The crossroads call, you’ve stood so long

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