Summoning - Over Old Hills - Текст песни

The air was neither night or a day,

But faintly dark with softest light

When first glimmered into sight

The Cottage of Lost Play


You and me - we know that land

And often have been there in

The old days, old days

The dark child and a fair

Was it down the paths of firelight

Dreams in winter cold and white,

Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours

The air was neither night or day,

But faintly dark with softest light,

When first there glimmered into sight

The Cottage of Lost Play


And why we never found the same

Old cottage, or magic

Track that leads between a silver sea,

Between a silver sea

And those old shores and gardens fair

Where all things are that ever were -

We know not, You and Me

We know not, You and Me


Those old shores and gardens fair

Where all things are

That ever were


The air was neither night or day,

But faintly dark with softest light,

When first there glimmered into sight

The Cottage of Lost Play

And those old shores and gardens fair

Where all things are that ever were

We know not, You and Me,

We know not, You and Me


And these old shores

And gardens fair

Where all things are

That ever were [before]

Air was neither night or day

But faintly dark with softest light

When first there glimmered

The Cottage of Lost Play