Al Stewart Nostradamus Part One - The World Goes To Riyadh - Nostradamus Part Two (Live Versions) Lyrics

In the east the wind is blowing
the boats across the sea
And their sails will fill the morning
and their cries ring out to me
Oh, Oh

Oh, the more it changes,
the more it stays the same
And the hand just re-arranges
the players in the game

Oh, I had a dream, it seemed I stood alone
And the veil of all the years
Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone

A king shall fall and put to death
by the English parliament shall be
Fire and plague to London come
in the year of six and twenty-three
An emperor of France shall rise
who will be born near Italy
His rule shall cost his empire dear,
Napoloron his name shall be
From Castile does Franco come
and the Government driven out shall be
An English king seeks divorce,
and from his throne cast down is he
One named Hister shall become
a captain of Greater Germany
No law does this man observe
and b_____ his rise and fall shall be

Man, man, your time is sand,
your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus,
all your ways are known to me
Man, your time is sand,
your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus,
all your ways are known to me

In a camel's eye far in a distant land
The sun goes down on sands of endless deserts
See tomorrow run by hand in hand with yesterday
Where once the time hung still forever
In the wink of an eye the veils are drawn
And shadows hurry away
And the world goes to Riyadh, today

See the light of the moon on the dunes
You almost feel the ghost of Lawrence riding by them
See the infidel run as the sabres flash,
The desert tribes come with the sun behind them
At the turn of a page see the moving finger
Writing new words to say
And the world goes to Riyadh, today

Well you never can tell what the dawn may bring you
Just be careful how you choose your friends now
Every turn in the night of the wheel of fortune
Changes everything, don't lose your head now
Like a storm on the ocean, empires wax and wane
And crumble away
And the world goes to Riyadh, today

In the new lands of America
three brothers now shall come to power
Two alone are born to rule
but all must die before their hour
Two great men yet brothers not
make the north united stand
Its power be seen to grow,
and fear possess the eastern lands

Three leagues from the gates of Rome
a Pope named Pol is doomed to die
A great wall that divides a city
at this time is cast aside
These are the signs I bring to you
to show you when the time is nigh