Steve Hackett - Cedars of Lebanon lyrics

I long to gaze at the Cedars of Lebanon To breathe the air on the mountain of olives To feast my eyes on Babylon's gardens To take you back to Sumeria's glory To set you free with a full man's pardon In a language as old as the whispering sands Ever submerging the towers of silence I long to show you one thousand golden Buddhas I long The street is crying its lost it's name Inscription washed away by the pouring rain I long