Over Old Hills

The air was neither night or a day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play

You and me, we know that land
And often have been there
In the old days, old days
A dark child and a fair
Was it down the paths of firelight dreams
In winter cold and white
Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours?

The air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play

And why we never found the same old cottage
Or magic track that leads between a silver sea?
Between a silver sea
And those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are that ever were
We know not, you and me
We know not, you and me

Those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are that ever were

The air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play
And those old shores and gardens
Where all things are that ever were
We know not, you and me
We know not, you and me

Those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are that ever were before
The air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered
The Cottage of Lost Play

The air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play
And those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are that ever were
We know not, you and me
We know not, you and me