You’re first, I’m last / Your thirst I’m asked to justify / Killing our last heaven beast / Don’t hunt the whale
In beauty vision do we offer much / If we reason with destiny gonna lose our touch / Don’t kill the whale / Dig it
Rejoice, they sing / They worship their own space / In a moment of love they will die for the grace / Don’t kill the whale
If time will allow we will judge all who came / In the wake of our new age to stand for the frail / Don’t kill the whale / Dig it, dig it
Cetacea, cetacea / Dig it, dig it…
[By Jon Anderson – Chris Squire © Atlantic Records, 1978]