A glint on the path of silver
Behold the grassy green
March appears to atone a while
Our eyes behold the scene
Of history recreated
Beyond the levels we
Dance with the clouds a morrow
And poetise our plea
For a summery Saturday
A glint on the path of silver
Behold the grassy green
March appears to atone a while
Our eyes behold the scene
Of history recreated
Beyond the levels we
Dance with the clouds a morrow
And poetise our plea
For a summery Saturday