Why then in the Morning
When the quiet of the moonlight
Has laid the city bare
All accept the shadows
Who keep company there
A word of consenting
The shadows slip away
With the touch of company
They wait the breaking day
The breaking day
Why then in the morning
Do they have to say goodbye
Why then in the morning
Does this brief encounter die
They live just for the moment
When they can be themselves
And not a disappointment
In being somebody else
But such is society
To crush who don’t conform
So they live quite quietly
In the shadows before the dawn
The shadows before the dawn
Why then in the morning
Do they have to say goodbye
Why then in the morning
Does this brief encounter die
Because they are lonely people
They can’t live like other people
No
Dave Convoy:- lyric
Graham Philip d'Ancey:- Composition
Listen
When the legends
Have no more tellers
And all your Hero's
Have long since passed away
What price the victor
And what use his crown
What prize this world
In her devils gown
Listen won’t you listen
Before it’s too late
Listen won’t you listen
Time grows short
Theres no time to waste
Because you can’t see
It doesn’t mean it’s not there
So open your Minds
And watch the picture appear
Listen won’t you listen
You talk of war
You think of battles
Of planes in the sky’s
Missiles showing by
But hoards are forming
The fight is for your minds
So search for the light
Don’t make yourself blind
Dave Convoy:- lyric
Graham Philip d'Ancey:- Composition
Time and the Rain
We looked but could not see
We thought that it might be
But how can it be the same
For the years have come and gone
Tears have been shed by some
But theres no way to stop the rain
No way to stop time and the pain
We fought but could not win
Each day saw us begin
Tomorrow it will be se same
Help us we seem to cry
Let our mistakes pass by
But theres no way to stop the rain
No way to stop time and the pain
For time has held the answers
Time alone can see
Here we are like puppets
Marking time for what might be
As we turn in circles
To come around again
You can’t replace the memories
As the rain it falls once again
Dave Convoy:- lyric
Graham Philip d'Ancey:- Composition
Freedom
There have been many stories
There have been many tales
Of one mans oppression of another
Taking the blood of your brother
As one man cries in his dingy cell
In the depths of the earth and life's wishing well
Of freedom, sweet freedom, be free
For freedom is something
You just cannot touch
You just cannot feel
So how can it be real
Freedom is for you
Freedom is for me
Freedom is freedom
But you just cannot see
So tell me what your asking
So tell me what's your aim
To free those already free
And take from them just to give to me
Oh don't imagine that it isn't true
For whatever it is I value so should you
My freedom, sweet freedom, be free
Freedom is for you
Freedom is for me
Be Free
Dave Convoy:- lyric
Anthony Sales:- melody
Graham Philip d'Ancey:- instrumental arrangement
Mantra of Sacred Heart
Love's gone
It was abused for too long
The grip of fear is so strong
You allow the lord of hate to rule
Sacred Passion
People crying, people dying
does anybody know, anybody else
Our population it is exploding
does anybody know, how too control it
Concrete boxes, statistical faces
does anybody know, who they really are
People laughing, while some of us are starving
why don't we all, lend a helping hand
The Amazon jungles, hold primitive people
but in some ways, are we not more primitive than them
Weapons for killing, what kind of beginning
are we handing down too our sons
Graham Philip d'Ancey
False Prophet
Corruption seethes
Upon his very tongue
The prophet shields the light
The darkness is too bright
For men to see
He is the usurper
Foretold would come
To steal men's hearts away
And chain them to decay
Their eyes are blinded
By his words so pure and wise
Beneath his gilded lies
The lord of misrule cries
For genocide
The puppet master
Wields his craft too well
For as he pulls the strings
The prophet bows and sings
The people dance
They recite their lines with joy
Beneath the darkening sky
A dragon begins to rise
And now is seen
Seven trumpets blast the silence
The pillars of wisdom crack
The knowledge of man
Whiplashes in his face
Atomic waste
Graham Philip d'Ancey
Garden of Tears
Walking alone
In the garden of tears
Resting in the moments
That gave all the years
Meaning
The anguish of a man
The forsaken dreams of youth
The time spent in torment
To find a single truth,
To believe in
To believe in himself
Shadows of the past
Wisp before his eyes
Violence and destruction
Wasting so much life
For no reason
Deep within his soul
A flame begins to burn
Thoughts no longer torment him
His heart no longer yearns
For he knows
He knows what he must do
Graham Philip d'Ancey