Riddle Me This - Alasdair Roberts

Show me the power that man cannot harness

To turn toward malice or work into woe.

Be it the stars or the moon or the planets

Or the tide of the ocean in ever encircling flow

Or everything under the ever encircling sun.

Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this

Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this

Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this

Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this

Who were the ones who first gathered the amber

To render the embering dawn of the day?

The stallion in canter, the river in meander

So we’ll remember them long after they fade away.

And how could they know as they measured the season?

How could they know as they furrowed the soil?

All the dishonor and all the unreason

And all of the wrong to be done in the name of their toil.

Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this

Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this

Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this

Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this

A briar of braun and a forest of sinew

Will rise from the power they plowed in the ground

And so in this way their dominion continues

All under the ever encircling sun going down

All under the ever encircling sun going down.