Dawn, like an angel,
Lights on the step,
Muting the morning she heralds.
Dew on the grass,
Like the tears the night wept,
Gone long before the day wears old.
Time stills the singing
A child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear.
Gone are the pathways
The child followed home,
Gone like the sand and the foam.
Pressed in the pages
Of some aging text
Lies an old lily, crumbling,
Marking a moment
Of childish respects
Long since betrayed and forgotten.
Time stills the singing
A child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear.
Gone are the pathways
The child followed home,
Gone like the sand and the foam.
Dawn, like an angel,
Lights on the step,
Muting the morning she heralds.
Dew on the grass,
Like the tears the night wept,
Gone long before the day wears old.
Time stills the singing
A child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear.
Gone are the pathways
The child followed home,
Gone like the sand and the foam,
Gone like the sand and the foam,
Gone like the sand and the foam.