Mythological Sunday What a wonderful dream Appalachian morning The dawn in the sea Mythological Sunday Such a magical time Just imagine that one day Yes, one day You'll find Dawn Looking down on the bright Eyes that are true Dawn Turning into light Dawn Reading in the papers again That nothing is real Everybody knows the reason why Seeing is believing Seeing is believing Seeing is believing Mythological Sunday Mythological Sunday Mythological Sunday When it is clear You can talk to us no man No man Will find People taking it easy People taking it easy In the sun Everybody is giving And living as one Where a frozen dream Melts in your mind Where a silent sound Melts in your mind Reading in the papers again That nothing is real Everybody knows the reason why Seeing is believing Seeing is believing Seeing is believing Seeing is believing Seeing is believing Seeing is believing And fifty thousand came back home With blood upon their hands Would any soldier that would live Go back to fight once more If he could know before he died What he was fighting for If a million men went out To fight a war in foreign lands Would any soldier that would live Go back to fight once more If he could know before he died What he was fighting for If a million men went out To fight a war in foreign lands And fifty thousand came back home With blood upon their hands Would any soldier that would live Go back to fight once more If a million men went out To fight a war in foreign lands Would any soldier that would live Go back to fight once more If he could know before he died What he was fighting for