Fair, they shine through the burning zone
The rainbow gleams of a world unknown
There are veils that lift, there are bars that fall
There are lights that beacon, and winds that call
There are hurrying feet, and we dare not wait
For the hour is on us
The circling hour of the flaming gate
Oh Children of Time
Children of Time
The music calls and the gates unclose
Onward and onward the wild way goes
O fading phantoms of pain and mirth
We die in the bliss of a new birth
Of fading loves
Fading loves of the old green Earth
Children of Time
Children of Time
To follow, to seek, to dare
Step by step in the evening air
Children of Time
Children of Time
Fair, they shine through the burning zone
The rainbow gleams of a world unknown
Fair, they shine through the burning zone
The rainbow gleams