You know when the sun rises early in the eastn You must rise with the sunn Your day begins and when the night comes downn Then you can say you’re donenn You know he will rise every morning with the sunn To wait til the night has gonen He waits with his flute playing softly in the crowdn The piper at the gates of dawnnn And he’s waiting there all alone, it’s truen And it’s like he’s there just to wait for youn And you don’t know what you will don After the piper is gonenn When the sun hangs high in the midday skyn The piper is out on the townn He’s searching for someone to play his song ton ‘Cause you know how he gets aroundnn If you listen hard he will come to youn He will come when you’re on your ownn And he’ll take you off to talk with youn So you both can be alonenn If you listen to the words he’ll sayn Then you’ll know again and you’ll see the dayn And you can watch him going awayn After the piper is gonenn There’s a man who stands at the eastern doorn Waiting around by the gaten When the piper leaves, he will take his placen We need only to sit and waitnn He’s the piper’s son and his father toon And you’ll know that he is his brothern In the final hours of the wait for timen They will join and become anothernn And they all will leave for the eastern shoren To return to us the great evermoren And you won’t want to be here anymoren After the piper is gonenn Will the real prince please stand up nown And take his place at the thronen For the land of Illenwe is his nown He must claim it for his ownnn And the people are left without a kingn He’s long gone since the Greenleaf falln He went to join his ancestorsn To sit in those great hallowed halls.nn If he’s gone then the eternal nightn Will take us all but we have the rightn To draw our swords and we all must fightn After the piper is gonenn Wouldn’t it be best to tell the tale in its own context?n If the storyteller cannot tell it, he is donen Can you make it possible to tell us what we’re up against?n Can you tell me who we fought before the battle’s won?nn If the bell should ring one time then send the news, the king is deadn There was no way he could come from Falamand aliven But if it is rung two times then let the joyous news be spreadn The king returns and with him hope that we may yet survivenn You know the way you talk about your fighters – is it good enough?n Just to talk and choose no path to go on down the roadn Let them speak of heroes bold and see our names writ next to theirsn Soon we leave to journey west into the woods of goldn Even if you spend your life in trying, it’s not good enoughn Take the piper’s hand and he will lead you to the dayn I have gone before us and I know that what he says is goodn Follow him for when he’s gone there’ll be no other waynn Let there be another life, let this not remainn Our whole tale shall be no more upon the heavy rainn If you would be wise enough then you should see a dawning lightn Everything will soon be ours but let us not deny the fightn All will be as one someday and one shall be as alln In the meantime carry on and let the sun’s blood fallnn And the message he bears is ever truen And he bears it for none but youn But wait and nothing can you don After the piper is gone