Silencium
Silence and sleep
Like fields
Of amaranth lie
Very old are the woods
And the buds that break
Out of the brier's boughs
When March winds wake
So old with their beauty are
Oh no man knows
Through what wild centuries
Roves back the rose
Very old are the brooks
And the rills that rise
Where snow sleeps cold
Beneath the azure skies
Sing such a history of come and gone
Sing such a history of come and gone
Of come and gone
Silence and sleep
Like fields
Of amaranth lie
Very old are the woods
And the buds that break
Out of the brier's boughs
When March winds wake
Very old are we men
Our dreams are tales
Told in dim Eden
By Eve's nightingales
Very old are the brooks
And the rills that rise
Where snow sleeps cold
Beneath the azure skies
Sing such a history of come and gone
Sing such a history of come and gone
Come and gone, come and gone
Sing such a history of come and gone
Sing such a history of come and gone
Sing such a history of come and gone
Of come and gone
We wake and whisper a while
But the day gone by
Silence and sleep
Like fields
Of amaranth lie
Come and gone