Old Mornings Dawn

The windy years have strewn down distant ways
 And in the halls still doth thy spirit sing
 Songs of old memory amid thy present tears
 Or hope of days to come half sad with many fears
 Though along thy paths no longer runs (no longer runs!)
 While war untimely takes thy many sons (thy many sons!)
 No tide of treason can thy glory drown (thy glory drown!)
 Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown (I am the blood!)
 Though along thy paths no longer runs (no longer runs!)
 While war untimely takes thy many sons (thy many sons!)
 No tide of treason can thy glory drown (thy glory drown!)
 Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown (I am the blood!)
 Old mornings dawn, I am not the light you see
 But only that which is falling on me
 Old mornings dawn, I am not the light you see
 But only that which is falling on me
 The windy years have strewn down distant ways
 And in the halls still doth thy spirit sing
 Songs of old memory amid thy present tears
 Or hope of days to come half sad with many fears
 Though along thy paths no longer runs (no longer runs!)
 While war untimely takes thy many sons (thy many sons!)
 No tide of treason can thy glory drown (thy glory drown!)
 Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown (I am the blood!)
 Though along thy paths no longer runs (no longer runs!)
 While war untimely takes thy many sons (thy many sons!)
 No tide of treason can thy glory drown (thy glory drown!)
 Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown (I am the blood!)
 The misty stars thy crown, the night thy dress
 Most peerless magical thou dost possess my heart
 Old days come to life again
 Old mornings dawn...
 Old mornings dawn, I am not the light you see
 But only that which is falling on me
 Old mornings dawn, I am not the light you see
 But only that which is falling on me