Album: The Innocent Age   Author: Dan Fogelberg      Dawn...like an angel   Lights on the step   Muting the morning she heralds   Dew on the grass   Like the tears the night wept   Gone long before   The day wears old      Times stills the singing   A child holds so dear   And I'm just beginning to hear   Gone are the pathways   The child followed home   Gone, like the sand and the foam      Pressed in the pages   Of some aging text   Lies an old lily a-crumbling   Marking a moment   Of childish respects   Long since betrayed and forgotten      Times stills the singing   A child holds so dear   And I'm just beginning to hear   Gone are the pathways   The child followed home   Gone, like the sand and the foam      Dawn...like an angel   Lights on the step   Muting the morning she heralds   Dew on the grass   Like the tears the night wept   Gone long before   The day wears old      Times stills the singing   A child holds so dear   And I'm just beginning to hear   Gone are the pathways   The child followed home   Gone, like the sand and the foam      Gone like the sand (gone like the sand)   Gone, like the sand and the foam