Ancient castles on climbing cliffs
summoned by the sea.
Windswept shores and crashing waves,
rages furiously.
Twisting trees old and true
stand huddled watchingly.
Oh, ages past, ages hence,
pages turned carefully.
Ages past, ages hence,
pages turned carefully.
What pagan smile has touched your lips?
What melody so sweet
soothed your breast, your beating heart?
The underworld gone to sleep.
Twisting trees old and true
stand huddled watchingly.
Oh, ages past, ages hence,
pages turned carefully.
Ages past, ages hence,
pages turned carefully.
Into the clutches of night
I can see the torch lights shine bright.
The gates are drawn.
The hounds sit still.
There's laughter that bubbles within.
Down bend the trees quietly witnessing
man's journey into himself.
Ever turning, ever churning,
clutching the waves of his wealth.
Yearning a thirst never quenched.
Tumble the thoughts
until they lie like petals on the ground
gathered by winds stretched through the tree
like a whispering sigh.
Ancient castles on climbing cliffs
summoned by the sea.
Windswept shores and crashing waves
rages furiously.
Twisting trees old and true
stand huddled watchingly.
Oh, ages past, ages hence,
pages turned carefully.
Ages past, ages hence,
pages turned carefully.
Ages past, ages hence,
pages turned carefully.
Ages past, ages hence,
pages turned carefully.