Tytuł: Over old hills

• Wykonawca: Summoning
• Wyświetleń: 287

The air was neither night or a day,
   But faintly dark with softest light
   When first glimmered into sight
   The Cottage of Lost Play
  
   You and me - we know that land
   And often have been there in
   The old days, old days
   The dark child and a fair
   Was it down the paths of firelight
   Dreams in winter cold and white,
   Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours
   The air was neither night or day,
   But faintly dark with softest light,
   When first there glimmered into sight
   The Cottage of Lost Play
  
   And why we never found the same
   Old cottage, or magic
   Track that leads between a silver sea,
   Between a silver sea
   And those old shores and gardens fair
   Where all things are that ever were -
   We know not, You and Me
   We know not, You and Me
  
   Those old shores and gardens fair
   Where all things are
   That ever were
  
   The air was neither night or day,
   But faintly dark with softest light,
   When first there glimmered into sight
   The Cottage of Lost Play
   And those old shores and gardens
   Where all things are that ever were
   We know not, You and Me,
   We know not, You and Me
  
   And these old shores
   And gardens fair
   Where all things are
   That ever were [before]
   Air was neither night or day
   But faintly dark with softest light
   When first there glimmered
   The Cottage of Lost Play