seven sisters

is the time right to find a new religion, under the ground way down below, into the light with fear and superstition, stumbling around and down she goes, oh, she wonders, how much there is to know, and how long it will take her, to reap what can be sown, seven sisters sobbing by the shore, longing for their lost loves whose ships sail no more, waiting as the hours pass them by, growing weak and weary as one by one they die, is the time right to find a new religion, under the ground way down below, into the light - forget your superstition, follow the sound on down the road, oh, he wonders, how much there is to know, and how long will it take him, to learn it as he goes, spring submits to summer, summer bows to fall, autumn's leaves lay down and die, at the winter's beck and call, seven sisters sobbing by the shore, longing for their lost loves whose ships sail no more, waiting as the hours pass them by, growing weak and weary until one by one they die