And Far Away the Angels Play
The golden climb, with brook beside
The autumn hill, betook from my bedside
No sickly mange would stay my pride
I’d sit there where she lied
Those days of yore
Our hearts entwined, we swore
To set sail a golden shore
And live our days in golden rays,
Eve’s moonshines on the floor
Through the curtains near drawn closed
Never wanting for more
E'er the gods apposed
But hoar winds blew and change pursued
Our happy aisle shrank from view
The day I lost you, a silence crept
They bade me speak, e’er I wept
E’er the gods apposed-
I loved you
Atop the hill in autumn's chill
In nightgown, cap and playful will
The willow gloomed the evening shade
Bringing thoughtful tears, the vow made
I’d had her hand - as we had planned-
Living off the golden land
A fiery hearth had given birth
A heaven built on earth
Yet I lie in clover, the moon high over
Her willow glooms her stone
And far away the angels play
While we lie close and alone
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