That time, is dead for ever child,
Drowned frozen dead, for ever
We look, on the past and stare aghast
spectres wailing pale, and ghast
The stream. to gazed on them rolled by
Its waves return not, return not
And we, yes we stand in a lone land,
Like the tombs to mark memory
Drowned frozen dead, for ever
We look, on the past and stare aghast
spectres wailing pale, and ghast
The stream. to gazed on them rolled by
Its waves return not, return not
And we, yes we stand in a lone land,
Like the tombs to mark memory