THE LOST WORLD
Whathues, what dancesDo I rememberLighter than leaves dancingAnd red November?Why does my heart whisperUnder the trees,“There are brighter colours and lighterDancers than these”?What dream more goldenIn firelight hoversThan these faces of friendsAnd trusty lovers?Why does my heart whisperIn this gay peace,“There are bolder lovers and olderComrades than these”?
Whathues, what dancesDo I rememberLighter than leaves dancingAnd red November?Why does my heart whisperUnder the trees,“There are brighter colours and lighterDancers than these”?What dream more goldenIn firelight hoversThan these faces of friendsAnd trusty lovers?Why does my heart whisperIn this gay peace,“There are bolder lovers and olderComrades than these”?
Whathues, what dancesDo I rememberLighter than leaves dancingAnd red November?Why does my heart whisperUnder the trees,“There are brighter colours and lighterDancers than these”?
Whathues, what dances
Do I remember
Lighter than leaves dancing
And red November?
Why does my heart whisper
Under the trees,
“There are brighter colours and lighter
Dancers than these”?
What dream more goldenIn firelight hoversThan these faces of friendsAnd trusty lovers?Why does my heart whisperIn this gay peace,“There are bolder lovers and olderComrades than these”?
What dream more golden
In firelight hovers
Than these faces of friends
And trusty lovers?
Why does my heart whisper
In this gay peace,
“There are bolder lovers and older
Comrades than these”?