And try once again for the light
Some wait for the boats that still row to Valhalla
I hear them call it out all around

Watching the sands running out
And I should know by now, I should know by now
Or would you just have to leave?
We measure our gains out in luck and coincidence

In actions that can't be undone
And the man for all seasons is lost behind the sun

Lanterns to turn back the night
They'll just let you down
So what if you reached the age of reason
Henry Plantagenet still looks for someone
While some say they're sure where the blame should be falling
Some wait for the waters of fortune to cover them
And measures the hours out from here to oblivion
While the man for all seasons is lost behind the sun
And peer down my highway from here to eternity

And reach out for love on the run
To bring good news in his hour of doubt
While Thomas More waits in the Tower of London

A sailor through darkness, he scans the meridian
Only to find there was no reprieve?
Some just see the tides of ill chance rushing over them
While you try to accept what fates are unfolding
You look 'round for maybe a chance of forestalling
The man for all seasons is lost beneath the storm
Some call on Jehovah, some cry out to Allah
Hear them ah, just daydreams, deceiving
Would you still be a man for all seasons?
And put our defeats down to chance or experience
Oh, they go ah, there's nothing to believe in
But too soon it's over and done
Or would you just disbelieve?
Not turning to see how we've come
We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty
And caught by the first rays of dawn
Would you still be a man for all seasons