The wind could cease to blow
And the rain could cease to fall
The stars in a black
Might not light up at all
The mountains rack my crumble
And the swollen sees run dry
But the rock 'n' roll will never, ever die
The trees may topple over and
Flowers loose them seant
When we reach the end of time
Death is dead and gone
The strings will sound and
Go on, go on, go on
The grass might be uprooted
And the soil's been washed
The night turn into a day
The beasts may stop their breathing
And the birds forget how to fly
But the rock 'n' roll will never, ever die
The trees may topple over and
Flowers loose them seant
When we reach the end of time
Death is dead and gone
The strings will sound and
Go on, go on, go on
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The wind could cease to blow
And the rain could cease to fall
The stars in a black
Might not light up at all
The mountains rack my crumble
And the swollen sees run dry
But the rock 'n' roll will never, ever die
The trees may topple over and
Flowers loose them seant
When we reach the end of time
Death is dead and gone
The strings will sound and
Go on, go on, go on
The grass might be uprooted
And the soil's been washed
The night turn into a day
The beasts may stop their breathing
And the birds forget how to fly
But the rock 'n' roll will never, ever die
The trees may topple over and
Flowers loose them seant
When we reach the end of time
Death is dead and gone
The strings will sound and
Go on, go on, go on
And the rain could cease to fall
The stars in a black
Might not light up at all
The mountains rack my crumble
And the swollen sees run dry
But the rock 'n' roll will never, ever die
The trees may topple over and
Flowers loose them seant
When we reach the end of time
Death is dead and gone
The strings will sound and
Go on, go on, go on
The grass might be uprooted
And the soil's been washed
The night turn into a day
The beasts may stop their breathing
And the birds forget how to fly
But the rock 'n' roll will never, ever die
The trees may topple over and
Flowers loose them seant
When we reach the end of time
Death is dead and gone
The strings will sound and
Go on, go on, go on
Writer: Ron Entwhistle
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