Steve Tilston - The Reckoning lyrics

Here's to all the grand children Yet to be born great grand children All your sons and daughters And your own grand children too I offer you my hand Out across the age's span A misbegotten plan To leave the reckoning to you I must apologise If it's written in the troubled skies We've been peddling lies Somehow forgotten what is true Though it's buried deep Poison never sleeps Through the ages seeps To leave a reckoning for you We hang on to misguided dreams Sleepwalk to the brink Hey ho, rue the day We're going down in drink I have planted seed In vain to raise an apple tree To entice the bees To sip the blossom on the bough But the bees don't toil Around the tree a serpent coils Spits venom in the soil And leaves the reckoning to you I raise to you a toast Should trouble come to roost For we ate the golden goose And left the reckoning to you