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