From the Album: The Sounding (1986)
And when I wake,
I will still be dreaming.
This fever may break,
And you'll still be gone.
And when I wake,
My heart will be beating.
My quickening pulse,
Still plays the same song.
Wading into sleepless nights,
The air, it breathes like steam tonight.
I hear the distant pounding of the anvil's ring.
Bolting upright in my bed,
These knotted sheets are damp with sweat.
I hear the hollow sounding of the foundry's song.
And when I wake,
I will still be dreaming.
This fever may break,
And you'll still be gone.
And when I wake,
I will still be breathing.
The thickening air,
will thin with the dawn.
I can feel the forge aglow,
I'll weather out the hammer's blow.
It's time to take the sleep to task and carry on.
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
And If I die, we'll carry on.
And we'll carry on
Thanks to saintseiya23 for adding these lyrics