Now is the time for your loving dear And the time for your company Now when the light of reason fails And fires burn on the sea Now I'm this age of confusion I have need for your company For I am a wild and wild and lonely child And the son of an angry land And now with the high wars raging, I would offer you my hand For we are the children of darkness and the pray of a foul command It's once I was free to go roaming in the wind of a springtime mind And once the clouds I sailed upon were sweet as lilac wine Then why have the breezes of summer, dear Been laced with a grim design? And where was the will of my father When he raised his sword on high? And where was my mothers wailing When our flags were justified? And where will we take our pleasure When our bodies have been denied? So now is the time for your loving dead And the time for your company Now when the light of reason fails And fires burn on the sea Now in this age of confusion I have need for your company