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 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 and the foam