The shadows grow long in the churchyardnAs the skylarks fly awaynAnd lost to the loam, all the dreams we'll never knownWe'll dream them there one daynnI've sung the hymn from its first barsnAnd I fought my way through the gameplannNow for all the world I feel like a little girlnBut I'll do my best to be a mannnRook on the bough, what tales have you to tell menFrom over the stile and the hills of this evening view?nIf only these stones, quiet in the moon, would allay my fearsnAnd we could have dreams asleep under the yewnnInto the past go our futuresnIn running streams will our thoughts flownUnto the earth, the sum of all our worthnAnd the seasons that we'll never knownAnd that garden we'll never grownnRook, fly away from your bough into the night skynAnd carry our prayers on your wings up to the moon,nAnd watch the world spin until we've all had our turn nAnd it's time to go homenBack to the earth to sleep under the yewnnSafe in the earth asleep under the yew