Silence and sleep  Like fields  Of amaranth lie    Very old are the woods  And the buds that break  Out of the brier’s boughs  When March winds wake    So old with their beauty are  Oh no man knows  Through what wild centuries  Roves back the rose    Very old are the brooks  And the rills that rise  Where snow sleeps cold  Beneath the azure skies    Sing such a history of come and gone  Sing such a history of come and gone  Of come and gone    Silence and sleep  Like fields  Of amaranth lie    Very old are the woods  And the buds that break  Out of the brier’s boughs  When March winds wake    Very old are we men  Our dreams are tales  Told in dim Eden  By Eve’s nightingales    Very old are the brooks  And the rills that rise  Where snow sleeps cold  Beneath the azure skies    Sing such a history of come and gone  Sing such a history of come and gone  Come and gone, come and gone  Sing such a history of come and gone  Sing such a history of come and gone  Sing such a history of come and gone  Of come and gone    We wake and whisper a while  But the day gone by    Silence and sleep  Like fields  Of amaranth lie    Come and gone