Castle of silver, forest of gold,
Wise elves of the faery tales;
Stories to be told.
A thousand blazing nights,
A hundred windy days
All held on pages white;
All told in countless ways.
Songs of the past speak of joys that last.
Minstrels of the night sing to life's delight.
Poems of the day banish tears away.
I wish that Spring could loose the dreams,
And teach you how to play.
Parasols of silk and lace, boats pass by the shore.
A unicorn is in the garden. Children cry:
"Please tell us more!"
A thousand happy daydreams,
A hundred fantasies
All held in winter's cages;
All told on spring's cool breeze.
Songs of the past speak of joys that last.
Minstrels of the night sing to life's delight.
Poems of the day banish tears away.
I wish that Spring could loose the dreams,
And teach you how to play.
I wish that Spring could loose the dreams,
And teach you how to play.
Created: Sunday, 19 October 1997, 8:00pm
Last Updated: Sunday, 19 October 1997, 8:00pm
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