all the wandering sheep will be found and the mountains will tumble away the dreamers that fly they ll return to the ground as the sorrow returns the colors will stray and the sheep that were found they go sailing away and she opened her eyes to the one and he shined her with all of his glory and the music above was a children s choir as the old man was snoring the orchestra roared and they bowed to the throne as if love was a sword and they bowed to the throne as if love was a sword and they bowed to the throne as if love was a sword and they bowed to the throne as if love was a sword