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While travelling northwards |
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On a back country lane |
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I came on the village |
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Where first I grew |
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And stopped to climb up |
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The hill once again |
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Looking down from the tracks |
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To the grey slate roofs |
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I watched the village moving |
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As the day went slowly by |
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In the field we lay here |
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Lovers' footsteps went by |
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In the fields we lay here |
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My very first love and I |
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Under timeless arcadian skies |
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Under timeless arcadian skies |
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The old canal lies |
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Sleeping under the sky |
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The barges are gone to a lost decade |
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On overgrown banks here |
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Lovers' footsteps went by |
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Long before ever the roads were made |
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And in our turn we passed here |
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And carved our names on trees |
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As the days washed by like |
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Waves of an endless sea |
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Under timeless arcadian skies |
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Under timeless arcadian skies |
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Time runs through your fingers |
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You never hold till its gone |
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Some fragments just linger with you |
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Like snow in the spring hanging on |
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I left the village behind in the night |
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To fade like a sail in the darkening seas |
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The shifts and changes in the patterns of life |
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Will weather it more that the centuries |
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And in another village in a far off foreign land |
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The new day breaks out opening up its hand |
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And the sun has the moon in his eyes |
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As he wanders the timeless skies |
