THOSE FAR-OFF FIELDS
THOSE far-off fields, how fair they seem,As soft through mists of years they gleam!We never now around us seeSuch meads as those of olden be;We never find a lake or streamOne half so lovely as we deemThose which we only view in dream,Watering the fields of memory—Those far-off fields!And we were happy then! The themeOf our existence, love supreme:And looking back on Fate's decree—On all that happened you and me—We sigh—for dear our souls esteemThose far-off fields!
THOSE far-off fields, how fair they seem,As soft through mists of years they gleam!We never now around us seeSuch meads as those of olden be;We never find a lake or streamOne half so lovely as we deemThose which we only view in dream,Watering the fields of memory—Those far-off fields!And we were happy then! The themeOf our existence, love supreme:And looking back on Fate's decree—On all that happened you and me—We sigh—for dear our souls esteemThose far-off fields!
THOSE far-off fields, how fair they seem,As soft through mists of years they gleam!We never now around us seeSuch meads as those of olden be;We never find a lake or streamOne half so lovely as we deemThose which we only view in dream,Watering the fields of memory—Those far-off fields!
THOSE far-off fields, how fair they seem,
As soft through mists of years they gleam!
We never now around us see
Such meads as those of olden be;
We never find a lake or stream
One half so lovely as we deem
Those which we only view in dream,
Watering the fields of memory—
Those far-off fields!
And we were happy then! The themeOf our existence, love supreme:And looking back on Fate's decree—On all that happened you and me—We sigh—for dear our souls esteemThose far-off fields!
And we were happy then! The theme
Of our existence, love supreme:
And looking back on Fate's decree—
On all that happened you and me—
We sigh—for dear our souls esteem
Those far-off fields!