In the east the wind is blowing the boats across the sea 
And their sails will fill the morning and their cries ring out to me 

Oh, the more it changes, the more it stays the same 
And the hand just re-arranges the players in the game 

Oh, I had a dream 
It seemed I stood alone 
And the veil of all the years 
Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone 

A king shall fall and put to death by the English parliament shall be 
Fire and plague to London come in the year of six and twenties three 
An emperor of France shall rise who will be born near Italy 
His rule cost his empire dear, Napoloron his name shall be 

From Castile does Franco come and the Government driven out shall be 
An English king seeks divorce, and from his throne cast down is he 
One named Hister shall become a captain of Greater Germanie 
No law does this man observe and bloody his rise and fall shall be 

Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea 
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me 
Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea 
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me 

In the new lands of America three brothers now shall come to power 
Two alone are born to rule but all must die before their hour 
Two great men yet brothers not make the north united stand 
Its power be seen to grow, and fear possess the eastern lands 

Three leagues from the gates of Rome a Pope named Pol is doomed to die 
A great wall that divides a city at this time is cast aside 
These are the signs I bring to you 
to show you when the time is nigh 

Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea 
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me 

Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea 
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me