Over Old Hills in Summoning

The air was neither night or a day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play

You and me - we know that land
And often have been there in
The old days, old days
The dark child and a fair
Was it down the paths of firelight
Dreams in winter cold and white
Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours …
The air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play

And why we never found the same
Old cottage, or magic
Track that leads between a silver sea
Between a silver sea …
And those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are that ever were -
We know not, You and Me
We know not, You and Me …

Those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are
That ever were

The air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play
And those old shores and gardens
Where all things are that ever were
We know not, You and Me
We know not, You and Me

And these old shores
And gardens fair
Where all things are
That ever were before
Air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered
The Cottage of Lost Play