Let me sing a song for you.
Let me spin a tale that's true.
A story 'bout the days of gold,
a story more than ages old.
Lost echoes of ancient harmonies,
reflecting their present images,
like falling leaves that keep their green,
falling leaves of wisdom from a Queen.
Now let me sing a song for you,
let me spin a tale that's true.
A story 'bout the days of song,
the days before the ocean won.
Let me sing a song for you,
let me spin a tale that's true.
A story 'bout the days of light,
the days before the darkest night.