Very old are the woods And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs When March winds wake
So old with their beauty are Oh no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose
Very old are the brooks And the rills that rise Where snow sleeps cold Beneath the azure skies
Sing such a history of come and gone Sing such a history of come and gone Of come and gone
Silence and sleep Like fields Of amaranth lie
Very old are the woods And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs When March winds wake
Very old are we men Our dreams are tales Told in dim Eden By Eve's nightingales
Very old are the brooks And the rills that rise Where snow sleeps cold Beneath the azure skies
Sing such a history of come and gone Sing such a history of come and gone Come and gone, come and gone Sing such a history of come and gone Sing such a history of come and gone Sing such a history of come and gone Of come and gone
