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The Landscape - Miranda Lee Richards
I would when I compose my solemn verse
Sleep near the heavens as do astrologers
With a dreaming mind
And hear their calm hymns blown upon the wind
Out of my tower with chin upon my hands
I'd watch the singing band
And softly through the mist will watch the birth
Of stars in heaven lamplight on the earth
The moon that pours her pale enchantment down
And the smoke would rise above the town
Moon she is pouring her pale enchantment down
Oh these heavens they bring
Oh the heavens they bring
Oh the heavens they bring
Thoughts of Eternity
Seasons will pass 'til Autumn fades the rose
And when winter comes with all her weary snows
I'll shut all the doors and windows tight
Build my fireplace in the night
Then I would dream
Of blue horizons deep
And the sinless Idyll built of innocent words
Of marble fountains and ever singing birds
Oh these heavens they bring
Oh the heavens they bring
Oh the heavens they bring
Thoughts of Eternity
Trouble that is knocking at my window shall knock in vain
For I will not heed it with reverie nor uplift my head
For I would indulge in the pleasure will
Of summoning springtime with all my will
And there making a summer's air
And the sinless Idyll built of innocent words
Of marble fountains and ever singing birds
Oh these heavens they bring
Oh the heavens they bring
Oh the heavens they bring
Thoughts of Eternity
