Let me sing a song for you,
Let me spin a tale that's true,
A story 'bout the days of gold,
A story more than ages old.
Last echoes of ancient harmonies
Reflecting their present images
Like falling leaves that keep their green,
Falling leaves of wisdom from a Queen.
Now let me sing a song for you,
Let me spin a tale that's true,
A story 'bout the days of sun,
The days before the Ocean won.
Let me sing a song for you,
Let me spin a tale that's true,
A story 'bout the days of light,
The days before the darkest night.