I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.

I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

Only by love is life made real.

It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.