Robots of the Dawn

A clear night in the winter, leaves frost on the grass in morn, and in the mist the moving shadows are the robots of the dawn A hundred and twenty horses fuming in the air they're driven by their masters don't breathe for cancer fear With graveyard business booming and shadows on the lawn Tears flow form their silhouettes for the robots of the dawn Chorus I'm calling Rise up in the morning I'm calling rise up rise and ride I'm calling rise up life I'm calling I'm calling rise up time to fly Their bodies old and frail they've worked for fifty years with hammers hitting nails and breathing morning air Now I call for morning silence and I call for woman scorn Now I call for the old man rising with the robots of the dawn Chorus I'm calling Rise up in the morning I'm calling rise up rise and ride I'm calling rise up life Im calling I'm calling robots time to die