The Sand-Glass
Glistening hair and flying shirt
Never Minding a bold shy flirt
Summer's fingers dividing
Never Minding a bold shy flirt
Summer's fingers dividing
Your strands
World's eyes arresting
World's eyes arresting
On the sand-glass's sand
Time is rare and you don't dare
To be aware of this nightmare
Forgotten is the child in You
Fading is the Beauty of Youth
What's to come is not for Me
But may it make You proud and free.
Time is rare and you don't dare
To be aware of this nightmare
Forgotten is the child in You
Fading is the Beauty of Youth
What's to come is not for Me
But may it make You proud and free.