In summer fields of grassy hills
Where flowers bloom and sparrows trill...

Sitting there upon your throne,
Under breath you speak your woe...

I had a dream that you were here,
bathed in morning light...

Yesterday's gone in a cloud of dreams-
Though I know not where it went...

She slipped through the night,
A phantom of life...

When Eve had led her lord away,
And Cain had killed his brother...

You sit there and look back on your life...
You laugh despite the bitter sorrows, buried deep...