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