I remember seeing his name
When I was just a child
A pencil sketch in a library book
And a story about his life
He learned so much about healing
That they threw him out of med school
People called him doctor anyway
As he helped to fight the plague
He looked into the skies one day
And saw the secrets in the stars
He began to tell of future things
That would happen to mankind
He wrote it all down in poems
Because he worried for his life
When there's fear and ignorance
It's hard to accept the truth
Nostradamus, man of mystery
From a long, long time ago
Lives on in his prophecies
Some say he was the devil
Some say he was insane
Some say he was close to God
And still honor his name
I saw a show the other day
About calamities and wars
That are just a few years away
From the grave he's alive today
Nostradamus, man of mystery
From a long, long time ago
Lives on in his prophecies
Some say he was the devil
Some say he was insane
Some say he was close to God
And still honor his name
