New Rising Star — Wishbone Ash

the ugly mess you thought you were is fading fast Now something's spoken through its virtues The night of black is rolling back at long last The wheel of fate turns to your fortune

New rising star, sinister symphony New rising sun shines on in sympathy

Skin deep-so cheap, this thing called beauty Beholder, railroader, cold shoulder Identity is more than you find in the mirror I watched you grow your own in the dust of the bones From your older days

New rising star, sinister symphony New rising sun shines on in sympathy

You were a stranger in your homeland Reborn on a spage-age street, transformation complete The fags and bitches, rags and riches, Leave them to the rest Your soul has found its pride inside its own breast

New rising star, sinister symphony New rising sun shines on in sympathy