As it was before shall it ever ever be. Hear it on the crying wind. Hear it weeping on the sea. Through the winter valley wild and through the darkest night. Here comes the evil news of the coming fight. So love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace. All through the storm let the tides release. Love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace. All through the storm let the tides release. Come on down Lost Angel find us now. From the clouds above right down to the ground. Lost Angel come on down. Stardust yeah yeah we are and the willow is pushed to bend. Too much too much of man. And stardust we will be again. Oh love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace. All through the storm let the tides release. Love bring your birds bring your feathers of peace. All through the storm let the tides release