Nomads Track

Children of awakening
Come of age in unraveling
Through crisis time
A fourth turning
Will bring an end
And a beginning

We are the nomads
We’re not the heroes of the age
And we will wander
Till we find peaceful days

Seasons of history
Recurring now and endlessly
Time is a wheel
By ancient lore
What we live now
Has been lived before

We are the nomads
We’re not the heroes of the age
And we will wander
Till we find peaceful days
To finally remain

We are the nomads
We’re not the heroes of the age
And we will wander
Till we find peaceful days

We are the nomads
Seeking shelter where we may
And still we wander
Till we find peaceful days