Until

Till I am free Till I am found What will become Cannot be bound To winter's call To summer's fall I'll walk the echoes like a hall Minutes come Minutes go Till the days Begin to grow Till I am free Till I am found What has become Cannot be bound When minutes cease When hours fail Gentle whisper Will avail Taken yonder Ever ponder Till the moonlight Is no longer Hanging threaded Fallen out of sweet adore Saying ever, evermore