Yes Turn of the Century Going for the One 1977

Lyrics: Realizing a form out of stone Set hands moving Roan shaped his heart Through his working hands Worked to mold his passion into clay Like the sun In his room, his lady She would dance and sing so completely So be still, he now cries I have time, oh let clay transform thee so In the deep cold of night Winter calls, he cries Don t deny me For his lady, deep her illness Time has caught her And will for all reasons take her In the still light of dawn, she dies Helpless hands soul revealing Like leaves we touch, we learn We once knew the story As winter calls he will starve All but to see the stone be life Now Roan, no more tears Set to work his strength So transformed him Realizing a form out of stone His work so absorbed him Could she hear him Could she see him All aglow was his room Dazed in this light He would touch her He