I recall when I was small,
how I spent my days alone.
The busy world was not for me,
so I went and found my own.
I would climb the garden wall with a
candle in my hand.
Far among the hills I'd run
to a hall of rock and sand.
On the stone an ancient hand in a
faded yellow green
Made alive a worldly wonder,
often told but never seen
Now we're never bound to labor on
the sea and in the sky
Every man and beast appear,
a friend as real as
I.
T 'was before the fall when they wrote it on the wall,
when there wasn't even any
Hollywood.
They heard the call and they wrote it on the wall,
for you and me we understood.
Many years have come and gone,
and many miles between
Through it all I found my way by
the light of what I'd seen.
On the road as I returned was a
green and yellow sign
saying see the way it used to be
and I took my place in line.
Could I believe the sad design
could be the very same?
A woolly man without a face and a
beast without a name.
Nothing here but history,
can you see what has been done?
Memories rush over me,
now I step into the sun.
T 'was before the fall, when they wrote it on the wall,
when there wasn't even any
Hollywood.
They heard the call, and they wrote it on the wall,
for you and me, we understood.
You