The Reins Held Fast in the Hands

Music: Russian Folksong
English lyrics: M Mallows

The golden corn is high in the field
And the wind that blows so swiftly is wild
Soon the day will be replaced by the night
For the sun slips so quickly from sight

Ah.. Birds do not rest in your hand
They fly to their castle of sand
We can't stop the clock if we try
For in such haste does the time pass us by

The birds do not sleep in your hand
And gold isn't made out of sand
We can't stop the clock if we try
In such haste does the time pass us by

The dust on the ground rises up
And the ghosts from the past try to speak
So long ago our dreams let us down
And tears are our company now

Ah birds do not rest in your hand
They fly to their castle of sand
We can't stop the clock if we try
For in such haste does the time pass us by

Ach birds do not sleep in your hand
And gold isn't made out of sand
We can't stop the clock if we try
In such haste does the time pass us by