Letra de The Garden - A Hill To Die Upon

"I insisted that he ought to appear in the temple I built for him; not knowing that he cares only for temples building and not at all for temples built."- C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy

There's faery in this garden
I cannot bear to hear him sing:

"Thee sculptors all pursuing
Have embodied but their own;
Round their visions, form enduring
Marble vestments thou hast thrown"

There's faery in my garden
I cannot bear to hear him sing:
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"But thyself, in silence winding
Thou hast kept eternally
Thee they found not, many finding
I have found thee, wake for me."

"Hear my voice come through the golden
Mist of memory and hope;
And with shadowy smile embolden
Me with primal death to cope."