Song Lyrics. Subject concerns the memories of an Old Man

The old man sat on the grass and dreamed,
As he watched the children play.
Watching lovers walking by, somehow it seemed,
He was drifting back, to another day.
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The pride of youth then filled his breast
As he stood upon the windswept hill,
As he gazed across the mountain crest,
The summer sun, his soul did fill.

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Today, he'd be, with his own true love.
A breathless month, he'd awaited this day.
His soul would fly, with clouds above,
Together their souls would dance and play.

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He was a warrior, a man of war.
Tomorrow he'd ride, on the wings of the beast.
He'd rain down death, hellfire and more,
But today! on loves sweet nectar he'd feast.

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She came at last, as the late sun set,
The wind, it blew through her Raven hair.
Their twin souls rose, as their young lips met.
They were one, together, no longer a pair.

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She stayed with him, till morning came,
Together they lay on the dew-soaked grass.
Somehow he knew, 'twould ne'er be the same.
And precious moments of passion would pass.

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His warriors life, soon came to an end.
He returned to find, his own true love,
But found only her grave, on the windswept hill.
He wept, and cursed the Gods above.

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The old man stirred as he heard a voice,
As if in the distance, calling his name.
He knew he must answer, no other choice.
She stood there before him, Her beauty the same.

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A tear rolled down the Old mans face,
As he reached for her outstreched hand,
He rose up to meet her,they returned to that place.
To a windswept hill, in a far away land.

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No-one knew, why the old man was smiling.
As he lowered his head, his dreaming past.
They'd never know, that his soul was singing.
His longing for love, fullfillrd at last.


(c) 1998 Robin. A. Spicer. "Shades"