Now in these fairylands gather your weary hands Close to your breast and be at rest Now in these silences lean to the cadences Moulding their grace to the line of your face Now at the end of all, loveliest friend of all All things are your in this peace that endures
Flowers and butterflies, dew-drops in grass Suddenly quiet as painted glass And fishes of emerald dive for the moon Whose silver is stained by the peacock lagoon Since it is evening and sailing weather Let us set out for this dream togetheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
