Whose are these? they are not mine they must come from some other time some other place long ago I watched the water drawn from snow These eyes that wince not at my face they grasp memories I dare not trace These eyes they cry songs I don't know and yet their tune so.....(?) flow I stole them from your daughter! I stole them from your mother! These hands of the lost child, their dreams remain defiled! Their dreams remain defiled
Whose are these? they are not mine they must come from some other time some other place long ago I watched the water drawn from snow These eyes that wince not at my face they grasp memories I dare not trace These eyes they cry songs I don't know and yet their tune so.....(?) flow I stole them from your daughter! I stole them from your mother! These hands of the lost child, their dreams remain defiled! Their dreams remain defiled
