Wind away the hours laid up to the sun Hide behind two towers When all the world's work is done Set a life upon the way to bide All that bodies become Left alone along the lay to bind All the mind has shunned
Gather up the flowers Born up from the womb Hasten lest they sour A deed brought to the tomb Catch the longing dream that time beguiles From cradle to the bone Lonely limbs just limp in life awhile To touch the weathered home Careless as a willow Constant as an oak Ages churn and wallow
Through hands pass as they grope Past and future splayed astride The hollow heaving chest Gnarled hands curve to inscribe The fading notion useless
Heedless shall we swallow Our riddles never spoke With the merit of no answer To meliorate the joke Wind away the hours Laid up to the sun Hide behind Two Towers When all the world's work is doneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
