We search for everything Keeping what we would win Orchids or tiny flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours
Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken Whilst as through them we are taken Sleeping forests wake Ice melts on the lake Birds begin in making their way back home
The frost and the fire goes East winds and winter snows Sun upon the daffodils Dancing on the verdant hills Lambs in the fields
Warmer grows the morning sun Days of youthfulness and fun The prime of the year begun The song of summer to be sung Everything is one Working day is done Watch the river running through our lives
How slowly the colours change We feel the drops of rain Mists of evening rise again We rarely stroll the shadowed lanes As autumn night draws in
We sit upon the sand Warmth draining from the land Watching the ruby sun Setting on the ocean The echoes in the caves The flame upon the waves Memories for saving all our days
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