Show THE LONG AGO HERE IS MUSIC soft in a minor key hey like an echo ot of silver chimes As the whispering breeze brings bringa back to me sweet songs of the faraway far away times when the orchard pink in the month of may f was gorgeous in delicate bloom and the droning bees through the livelong day i were drinking its richest perfume when the roses bloomed by the cottage door and the lilacs purple spray peeped in the window and over the floor with sunshine and shadow at play when the fleecy clouds in the afternoon childhoods dreaming would bear away beyond and above to the crescent moon which from heaven had seemed to stray in that faraway far away land of memory in that land of the long ago there are luminous pictures dear to me more real than artists can know and voices hushed I 1 again tan can hear which I 1 heard in those bygone by gone hours when life was young nor care nor fear was found with the birds and flowers but haply again in the great somewhere when the vanishing years are past we may find in a region pure and fair our cherished and loved at last when our white sails dip on the other shore of that boundless unknown sea they will greet us and we will think no more of those chords in a minor key |