Southern Cross - Masters Apprentices

One man carried water to the masses, yes he did

Meanwhile his music carried magic to the ear

A virgin carried by the north wind in the spring

Hope of the words he wrote that summer couldn’t bring a tear

In the first month came the third one from the sun

To lend a guiding hand so all could be as one

The scorpion wished only to be heard at his best

The world is waiting for us to create and face the test

The southern cross was kind and one morning sent us off

Sailing to the future, have we learned or have we lost

Is it our direction, is it written in the sky

People gathered round us, as you listen we will try