Is the time right
To find a new religion
Under the ground
Way down below
Into the light
with fear and superstition
stumbling around
And now she goes
Oh she wonders
how much there is to know
and how long its will take her
to reap what can be sown
Seven sisters sobbing by the shore
longing for their lost loves, whose ships sail no more
waiting as the hours pass them by
growing weak and weary until one by one they die
Is the time right
To find a new religion
Under the ground
Way down below
Into the light
Forget your superstition
Follow us down
Oh down below
Oh he wonders
how much there is to know
and how long it will it take him
To learn it as he goes
Spring some mix the summer ?
summer its about to fall
Autumn leaves lay down and die
At the winters beck and call
Seven sisters sobbing by the shore
Longing for their lost loves, whose ships sail no more
Waiting as the hours pass them by
Growing weak and weary until one by one they die
