Pleasure Stole the Night
Janet Howe, Steve Howe
Lord, help us do well
All that we have to do
Feet on the ground, heads in the clouds
Live a life that's free and easy
Full and good
Show us the tread
There came a time, "No more," we said
"To leave it in their hands divine."
Show us the tread
Set out sails, burnt our boats
Independence rules the day
While pleasure stole the night
Set out sails, burnt our boats
Independence rules the day
While pleasure stole the night
Epochs past, lives were spent
Until a new band came
Did not intend to spend
Cease from your haste they said
Leave time to repent
Your aims, they are misplaced
You don't have to race, they cried
Oh Lord, help us do
All we have to do
*With negligent regret
The world sped on