A Sleeping Revolutionary

There lies deep within me a sleeping revolutionary,

Let it lie, 

my dear,

let it lie.

Through the clanging bells of time sleeps this revolutionary of mine,

Let it sleep,

my dear,

let it sleep.

The silence of the night shroud the mystery of what fight,

Let it lie,

my dear,

let it lie.

And as it lies,
my dear,

To the gates, 

Prepare!

Raise the alarm, ring the bells,

BUT

Do not let them tell,

This hidden aching well,

Until the whisper of the morn' 

and the light of a new dawn 

lifts the wings of those who mourn 

to soar across the shore 

to the hope of life reborn!

There lies deep within me a sleeping revolutionary.

Let it be,

my dear.

Until I call,

for thee.