Men-an-Tol Lyrics - The Levellers

Men-an-Tol
So I find myself amongThe brave Southsestern hills GREAT SOUTHWESTERN
Running like a madman on the moor
Let the sweet Atlantic rain
Wash away my youthThe Men-An-Tol shone strangely in the stormI get the strangest feeling
In the air aroundIt's more than just a feeling
A different way of seeingA different kind of life
Something I believe inBut in amongst the city lightsThe feeling's not so clean CLEAR
Neon lights and faceless signs
Hide what I hold dear
It's there to find if you have the mindAnd you don't live in fear of itI rest among what still remainsOf lifes that passed before
Lighting strikes the top of Zennor Tor
I find myself amazed again
At man's pathetic scoreYears of knowledge wasted and ignored