Each Manner of Man Songtext
von Strawbs

Each manner of man
Whatever his age
Can reach for the stars
Yet burnish with rage

To walk through the fields
To gather the flowers
At nature′s request
Whatever the hours

Whenever the sun shall raise a stain
To glisten the dew with a golden caress
To pleasure the earth with the warmth of its rays
Like a young girl's new dress

Each manner of woman
Shall wear a disguise
To measure the man
With steel in her eyes


In offering comfort
The traveller within
May quicken the pace
The nature of sin

Whenever the dream shall seem in vain
The sparkle of stars doth most certain impress
To flatter the heart with the power of praise
Of a young man′s success

Each manner of God
Can transcend belief
The jewel in the crown
In the eyes of a thief

An item so precious
Obsession is fear
But mercy is finite
The judgement severe

If ever the doubt shall still remain
The days gather pace like a mighty express
Reminding us all to reflect on our ways
Nothing more, nothing more
Nothing less