In the glen beyond the hills
The sun shines bright
And dances on the grass where it will
There the birds and does have no cause of fright
The grass grows up soft and sweet
And sings happily in the present
The river flows merrily through, not missing a beat
Singing the future to the golden ears of wheat
The evergreens cast their shadows on the ground
And sing in the wind the ballad of the past
“The grass and flowers can no longer remember when
The river rushes through not stopping to see what has
been
The wheat no longer knows who planted it there
The birds do not remember the day there song was broken
and no longer care.
But we remember, for we see all that has past
And no memory of them but us still lasts.
They came, rumbling over the hills
With dreams in their hearts, and in their souls the will
They came and gazed across the glen
Caught in its magic alive and free then
We willingly gave of ourselves to warm them at night
And keep them safe from fright
They planted the golden ears dancing by the river bank
Running through the grasses their children grew to be
strong, no longer lank
Joining to the birds their song of life
The meadow rang with joy, free of strife.
Ah, such happy times
But as we know, the good times do not always shine
And evil is a swift devour.
They came with fire over the hills
To destroy and plunder was there will
The grass was consumed by the fire
And the stocks were trampled in the mire
The birds and does ran in fear
And the rivers blue was no longer clear
Their screams where lost in the night
And in the morning not a soul remained in sight
The river flowed till it was clear again
And the birds returned to where they had been
The grass grow over what little was left
Hiding it forever from sight of the sky that wept
The wheat grew back
Along the bank
And have forgotten
They all have forgotten
But us the guardians of the past.”
