Promenade Lyrics - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Promenade 

Lead me from tortured dreams 

Childhood themes of nights alone. 

Wipe away endless years, 

Childhood tears as dry as stone. 

From seeds of confusion, 

Illusions dark blossoms have grown. 

Even now in furrows of sorrow 

The dark still is sown. 

My life's course is guided 

Decided by limits drawn 

On charts of my past ways 

And pathways since I was born.