And in the broken light colours fly, fading by
 Pale and cold as figures fill the glade
 Grey is the web they spin, on and on, and on and on
 Through the flame still summer lingers on
 Through her pictures soon shatter

 All, always the same
 But there appears in the shades of dawning
 Though your eyes are dim
 All of the pieces in the sky

 There was once a harvest in this land
 Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin
 Dancing round three children fill the glade
 Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in between
 Close your talk, the picture fades again
 From the flames in the firelight

 All, always the same
 But there appears in the shades of dawning
 Though your eyes are dim
 All of the pieces in the sky

 All, all is not lost
 And light appears in the shade of dawning
 When your eyes can see
 Order the pieces, put them back, put them back