Promenade lyrics

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 doubt 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

• Artist:Emerson, Lake & Palmer
• Album:Pictures At An Exhibition (1971)