A Spring Harvest

Dark is the world our fathers left us
Wearily, greyly the long years flow
Almost the gloom has of hope bereft us
Far is the high gods' song and low

Tear ye the veil of time asunder
Tear the veil, 'tis the gods' command
Hear we the sun-stricken
Over the shore where the heroes stand

Sombre the crests of the mountains lonely
Leafless, wind-ridden, moan the trees
Down in the valleys is twilight only
Twilight over the mourning seas

Tear ye the veil of time asunder
Tear ye the veil it's the gods' command
Hear we the sun
Over the shore