White stone walls and salty air
Gold leaf braided in her hair
Heavy shields of polished brass
Watching summer shadows pass
Bronze shields gleaming in the sun
Ancient battles nearly done
Temple bells call to the sky
Where the silver eagles fly
Olive groves on rocky ground
Hollow drumming, heavy sound
Sandal prints in ochre clay
Waiting for the end of day
Bronze shields gleaming in the sun
Ancient battles nearly done
Temple bells call to the sky
Where the silver eagles fly
Iron gates and marble floors
Open wide the temple doors
Incense smoke in heavy rings
While the lonely choir sings
Deep blue water, cold and wide
Turning with the morning tide
Holding secrets in the deep
Where the sunken cities sleep
Copper plates and linen fold
Stories that the elders told
Wine poured out on thirsty sand
In a dry and dusty land
Bronze shields gleaming in the sun
Ancient battles nearly done
Temple bells call to the sky
Where the silver eagles fly
Seven ships in steady line
Drinking deep the honey wine
Sunset painting every hill
While the humming wind grows still
Bronze shields gleaming in the sun
Ancient battles nearly done
Temple bells call to the sky
Where the silver eagles fly
Bronze and blue, the Aegean light
Sinking slow into the night
Into the night
