Oh, How well I remember the day Encircled by trees I was Grabbing Boughs and whispering fays
Forced to walk on their elfin pathways Until they led me to a fount at last
I watched into the starlit water And the lights began to whirl around Weird eyes glared at me My mind sank into the fount
Dark it was there on the ground But bright and graceful was the light Of the dancing water sprites Mute voices sang their songs profound
Tunes frail as their wavy guise Enswathed me like a silken shine A glance on the flight of time To distant realms and stars Low laid the land of mine And their everlasting scars
In the deepest depth there was fire and source entwined In days of yore and before It burned and flowed in our mind
With eyes on the wings of time I saw the flames increase The fount fell down into lethe And within the silken shine
Again I heard the singing fays Through the mist of time There is no believe Frail is the Pathway of dreams For all is drowned in chants of lethe
Aye, I will remember the day Encircled by Trees I was Grabbing Boughs and whispering fays
Forced to walk on their elfin path ways Here I saw how the days would lastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
