Pickin On' Southern Rock Lyrics
"The Battle Of Evermore"

The queen of light took her bow, and then she turned to go
The prince of peace embraced the gloom, and walked the night alone
Ooh dance in the dark tonight sing to the morning light
The dark lord rides in force tonight and time will tell us all

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, rest not to lock your homes
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all
I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow

The apples of the valley hold, the seeds of happiness
The ground is rich from tender care, repay, do not forget, no, no
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light
The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red

Oh war is the common cry, pick up your swords and fly
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know
Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath
The drums will shake the castle wall
The ring wraiths ride in black, ride on
Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold

Oh dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back bring it back
At last the sun is shining, the clouds of blue roll by
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes
Ooh bring it back, bring it back, bring it back