The windy years have strewn down distant ways
And in the halls still doth thy spirit sing
Songs of old memory amid thy present tears
Or hope of days to come half sad with many fears
Though along thy paths no longer runs (no longer runs!)
While war untimely takes thy many sons (thy many sons!)
No tide of treason can thy glory drown (thy glory drown!)
Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown (I am the blood!)
Though along thy paths no longer runs (no longer runs!)
While war untimely takes thy many sons (thy many sons!)
No tide of treason can thy glory drown (thy glory drown!)
Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown (I am the blood!)
Old mornings dawn, I am not the light you see
But only that which is falling on me
Old mornings dawn, I am not the light you see
But only that which is falling on me
The windy years have strewn down distant ways
And in the halls still doth thy spirit sing
Songs of old memory amid thy present tears
Or hope of days to come half sad with many fears
Though along thy paths no longer runs (no longer runs!)
While war untimely takes thy many sons (thy many sons!)
No tide of treason can thy glory drown (thy glory drown!)
Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown (I am the blood!)
Though along thy paths no longer runs (no longer runs!)
While war untimely takes thy many sons (thy many sons!)
No tide of treason can thy glory drown (thy glory drown!)
Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown (I am the blood!)
The misty stars thy crown, the night thy dress
Most peerless magical thou dost possess my heart
Old days come to life again
Old mornings dawn...
Old mornings dawn, I am not the light you see
But only that which is falling on me
Old mornings dawn, I am not the light you see
But only that which is falling on me