You sit there and look back on your life...
You laugh despite the bitter sorrows, buried deep...

When Eve had led her lord away,
And Cain had killed his brother...

She slipped through the night,
A phantom of life...

I had a dream that you were here,
bathed in morning light...

Yesterday's gone in a cloud of dreams-
Though I know not where it went...

Sitting there upon your throne,
Under breath you speak your woe...

In summer fields of grassy hills
Where flowers bloom and sparrows trill...