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