Yes, you've probably all heard it, but what the heck…Mary has a great explanation on tape of how Leslie wrote the song (Mary, could I transcribe it and post it?), although I haven't heard the story yet about how it became the underground anthem for one of the democratic revolutions in Eastern Europe (Hungary? Mary, do _you_ know the story?)
(Well) worlds grow old, and stars grow cold And fate we never can doubt Time's cold wind whistling down the pass Reminds us that all flesh is grass And history's lamps go out
But the Eagle has landed! Tell your children when! Time won't drive us down to dust again!
Seasons turn while the far stars burn And people and planets age Life's torch passes to younger lands Time brushes dust of hope from his hands And turns another page
We know well what life can tell If you would not perish then grow But today our fragile flesh and steel Have laid our hands on a vaster wheel With all of the stars to know
We who feel the weight of the wheel When winter comes over our world Can hope for tomorrow and raise our eyes To a silvery moon in an open sky Where a single flag's unfurled
From all who tried out of history's tide A salute to the team that won The old Earth smiles at her children's reach The wave that carried us up the beach To reach for a distant sun