Weary moon on the river of the sky The stir of light in the willows Through dark shoals; the tiles on the graves Of a beauty like to nothing on earth And upon her brow he placed a wreath of Myrtle and roses
Let their lamp at midnight be seen in tower high Sometimes they are coming hard in silence come dreaming time
Let their lamp at midnight be seen in tower high The message and promises The Lost Gardens Beyond
In each and every age someone has sung unknowingly The message and the promise from The lost