Of Old

Eyes as blue as the seas

You can take her at her word

Lips red like a rose in snow

Soft like a doe

Makes you think of a better time

Of old, of old

Her voice like velvet

It echoes truth

It cries in the night

She never forgets the words she hears

It haunts til morning light

Calming, the fears

Her step is light as a feather

She walks like a mist

Her breath leaves like a symphony

Burns you like a kiss

Hair carried in Sorrow's wind

No bliss, no bliss

Eyes as blue as the seas

It echoes the truth

Lips red like a rose in snow

She walks like a mist

Makes you think of a better time

Of old, of old

Soon she will disappear

No one will know

Where she leads a life of pure

Taken below

Into a cave where she sings all day

Of old, of old

Of old, of old

Sings the songs of Old

Buried with, of old