Interpret:

Robert Plant

Album:

No Quarter: Page & Plant Unledded

And your city will fall, and your corn won't grow
From the silence from the temple hear the truth explode
It is written in the dust - it is whispered in the wind
From the wisdom of the father, where the word begins


From the kingdom of gold and the stolen chance
You can join the celebration - see the children dance
And the bells will ring, and the crowd will roar
And the sand in the glass is gonna pour no more


Yallah, yallah, yallah, yallah --


And the rivers will freeze, and the hosts descend
Through the fire and the storm, to the bitter end
And the treasures and the gifts, and the words in tune
Will be cast through the heavens like an aura of ruin


And your city will fall, and your corn won't grow
From the silence from the temple hear the truth explode
It is written in the dust - it is whispered in the wind
From the wisdom of the father, where the word begins