Riddle Me This

Show me the power that man can not harness To turn towards malace or work into woe Be it the stars or the moon or the planets Or the tide of the ocean in ever encircle and flow Or everything under the ever encirclin' sun Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this Who were the ones who first gathered the amber To render the ember and dawn of the day The stallion and canter, the river and meander So we'd remember them long after they fade away And how could they know as they measure the seasons How could they know as they forrowed the soil All that this sunner and all the unreason And all of the wrong to be done in the name of their toil Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this A brier, a brawn, and the forest of sinus Will rise from the power they plowed in the ground And so in this way their dominion continues All under the ever encirclin' sun goin' down All under the ever encirclin' sun goin' down