Paradise Lost and Found Lyrics

Born in old Masachussets, a pilgrim's gussets, a lady fair

Life is toil and struggle, the belt and buckle, the debonaire

Came on the Mayflower, hour after hour, the ocean wide

Standing, on the topside, the Plymouth Rock tide, comes o'er the topside

Well the lord promises paradise and the Devil stands for sin

While all the naked eyes in the meeting hall grin a grin ear to ear

Stuck on your uniform, you're hard tack biscuit

Without, within, without, within

Bunyon, a pilgrim's progress, I do declare the Wife of Bath's a Chaucey maid

Devotion, and a world in motion, some magic potion, makes memories fade

From the greying sprawl of Clydeside, to the picture postcard perfect Minch

While all the traffic on Dumbarton Road isn't given in an inch

It's instant entertainment anyway

Without, within, without, within

Within, within, my friend

No mover nor a shaker, for this dear Quaker, this au contraire

Chains, and the ties that bind so, mundo antiguo

A pilgrim's prayer, a pilgrim's prayer

Completely Calvinistic way to end your days

Diplomatically dodging just what anybody says

You'll take it, from the cradle to the grave

Without, within, without, within