Blow the trumpet and climb every mountain, tongues felt
silent so long ago, heed the reefs and the murmuring fathers,
in khaki suits and visions of gold.
Hey ho, this is more than we dreamed of,
here we go, hey ho, in your old guise they follow
Spare the wolf in the tomb of Apollo,
Always brave, and always young, many fell in silence that followed, devils touched their truthful tongues.
Hey ho, all is lost in your sorrow, here we are
go, hey how, in the birthplace of heroes they go.
Hey ho, this is more than Apollo, here we go
Hey ho, all is lost in the sorrow.
Hey ho, touch and follow the halo, here we go,
Hey ho, in the old guise they follow
Hey ho, touch the tomb of Apollo