Before the end
we'll sit below
a canopy of trees
and in that raging silence
we'll share the lost moments
and the ancient dreams
that only we remember now

And have we not been ever faithful
we shall ask the swaying boughs
and they will hold us close
and comfort our wounded souls

And they will gather us
their broken children
into their merciful embrace
and dry our futile tears
with sighs of sad understanding

Before the end
we'll sit alone on some forgotten shore
and the waves will sing to you
lullabies of fragrant hue
only for you
only for us
lost, abandoned children

Before the end
I'll take your hand in mine
and we shall face the sundering skies
together one last time
hopelessly awaiting the swanships
to finally sail us Westward.