If it be true
That for every height of joy
There be a pit of sorrow
...
Lying in the grass
The quiet murmur
Of the wind fills
...
Oh what beauty doth the songbird
bring to mine ear upon this spring,
And so I sit among the trees
...
There once was a forest
Dark and deep
There once was a house
...
I fight, I fight this feeling
The one gnawing at my brain
The one that tells me I'm alone
...
Down come the lights
Raining from the heavens
Bathing all in the glory
...