To The Days Of Old

Across the field, a shadow lures slow
Someone died, someone I don't know
The rocks point their finger to the rose-red sky
while the sun is waving goodbye
to the days of old

Sheltering your sacred soul
and watering your hope
Now I turn my face to cry
while the moon sings this lullaby
to the days of old
To the days of old

The lonely nights, the wishful sights
of children at play that never came your way
And while the owl begins this tale to tell,
a star whispers a sweet farewell

Sheltering your sacred soul
and watering your hope
Now I turn my face to cry
while the moon sings this lullaby

Watering your hope
Now I turn my face to cry
while the moon sings this lullaby
To the days of old (x3)