This is a tale that takes its place.
In Paris fair, this year of grace.
A tale of lust and love so true.
We are the artists of the time,
we dream in sculpture dream in rhyme.
For you we bring our world alive,
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals.
For man just has to climb up where the stars are.
Live in glass and live in stone.
Stone after stone, day after day.
From year to year man had his way.
Men had built with faith and love.
We troubadours and poets sing.
That love is all and everything.
We promise you, all human kind.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals.
For man just has to climb up where the stars are.
Live in glass and live in stone.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals.
For man just has to climb up where the stars are.
Live in glass and live in stone.
But it is doomed the age of the cathedrals.
Oh let them in, these pagans and these vandals.