Pale Memories Lyrics

Down to the empty hall where the dance was once long.
In the troubled night how many loved their moments of grace.

Over the expanse of the lonely shore.
Thou art the dusk and the song,
that is heard in the same bare place..
under the dim moon.
Which is the sound of the land.
We dwell in the evening air.

I took up my burden in the wilderness.
Wise with great wisdom I lay it down.
Burned by the brutal summer,
now hearing the wind, I know what winter brings.

I have slept through the spring storms,
and I felt in my heart this strangeness.
Not for the most kept secret,
nor for the dead with their psalms.

Over the expanse of the lonely shore.
Thou art the dusk and the song,
that is heard in the same bare place..
under the blood moon.
Sing no sad songs for me,
round the griefs of the ages.

With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light.
Not for ambition or the trade of charms
on the ivory stage of their most secret heart.

Over long leagues of forgotten waters
Thou art the song that is heard on the shifting sands
with an empty impulse of delight.