A murmur on a wind so chill
In death's embrace the air grows still
I long in dreams for times gone past
In valley deep, a forlorn grasp
In favour of the one who's true
Is still the night I long for you
It's in this tale it all began
I longed for you, a heart that sang
In sleep I saw a travelling man
With harp in hand, he played a song
Of sorrow deep within this land
I saw what was, and still at hand
For all the time I laid awake
In desperate times, left in the wake
It all comes clear at journey's end
That all that was shall be again
So here I sit and wonder why?
Does the land still suffer and Earth still die?
It seems to be clear to the eye
But Man is blind to his own demise
What Man has sown so Man shall reap
For good or ill, I'ts his to keep
The past and future are as one
What's been before is yet to come
