Now canst thou hear
O all manners of delight
Shaped with bosom near
All brass and bright.
With great nature I adore
What can'tst I bear I ignore
For ether is unveiled
Is surely Day quite revealed?
Longing for to love today,
I mourn and weep-
Unfound my way.
And in that curse I find myself-
A cry to keep-
Inside, my mirth.
Joy is nigh where great grief waits
All hung above in my fates
And to this life I see
A reflection that is me.
All lost is what I see
A tune that's longing to be free
With joy a distant memory,
I fall into the darkened sea.
Music is a soothing care
Where I follow it near to there
A somber sleep with me does fall
With voices' shadows me do call.
And if I slumber before I dare
To dream up high
All in the air.
The sun falls down and tells the tale
Of around my mournful fate
To which I cannot escape.
So where the metal horns do sound
A cry! And wrap around
I hear their great delight
But I am fallen back in time
My mind and self only mine.
A day will come
When I will pass a weary trodden path
And I will choose which way I go
A hand my own self soothes
And I will come again to this place anew.
