The dust that was the ancient knights
is scattered round and round
while the dust that was the Pharaohs
is washed along the ground
The dust that was the ancient prophet
blows betwixt the stones
while dust that was the peasant man
has blended with his bones
The dust that will be you and me
will blow with the gentle wind
and we'll be where we've never gone
and then come round again.
The dust that blows along the desert
once blew on the moor
For all is dust and all will be
as it's always been before.