Summoning Over Old Hills
The air was neither night or a day, But faintly dark with softest light When first glimmered into sight The Cottage of Lost Play You and me - we know that land And often have been there in The old days, old days The dark child and a fair Was it down the paths of firelight Dreams in winter cold and white, Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours The air was neither night or day, But faintly dark with softest light, When first there glimmered into sight The Cottage of Lost Play And why we never found the same Old cottage, or magic Track that leads between a silver sea, Between a silver sea And those old shores and gardens fair Where all things are that ever were - We know not, You and Me We know not, You and Me Those old shores and gardens fair Where all things are That ever were The air was neither night or day, But faintly dark with softest light, When first there glimmered into sight The Cottage of Lost Play And those old shores and gardens Where all things are that ever were We know not, You and Me, We know not, You and Me And these old shores And gardens fair Where all things are That ever were [before] Air was neither night or day But faintly dark with softest light When first there glimmered The Cottage of Lost Play
