Let me sing a song for you, let me spin a tale that's true, a story 'bout the days of gold, a story more than ages old. Last echoes of ancient harmonies reflecting their present images like falling leaves that keep their green, falling leaves of wisdom from a Queen. Now let me sing a song for you, let me spin a tale that's true, a story 'bout the days of sun, the days before the Ocean won. Let me sing a song for you, let me spin a tale that's true, a story 'bout the days of light, the days before the darkest night.
Let me sing a song for you, let me spin a tale that's true, a story 'bout the days of gold, a story more than ages old. Last echoes of ancient harmonies reflecting their present images like falling leaves that keep their green, falling leaves of wisdom from a Queen. Now let me sing a song for you, let me spin a tale that's true, a story 'bout the days of sun, the days before the Ocean won. Let me sing a song for you, let me spin a tale that's true, a story 'bout the days of light, the days before the darkest night.
