Old is the path that carries hearts to lonely A truth is but a word left to die A smile is truth leaning towards a lie As the bard he sings his ancient song The cup overflows as the choir sings along Allen we stray upon a fire that is burning Least we see the form of trite be born Dwelling in the meadow-leading Raven in the sky kept it's a heart away Allen what window sill will your will And whose soul will you be killing May came in her glory seeking Limp and wise her scarlet eyes swelling Lay a tune upon her breast as white as snow Allen cried for the love of all known Her face pulls the wind and rain to pleading Dwelling of the ice and snow grows as wind tells Shadows of trees in mid bloom turn the leaves of now Allen staid to real to grave of fallow needing As wisdom pure takes appellate up Him as cup of drink fills to brim the sin of being Lent a trouble ache of trust and parson said Dying pauses clear upon a red moon glooming Fields of coffins repenting Soft her voice in song as of bell knelling Say to each ghost past a reverent enchanting Allen sleep in weep upon yonder stone kneeling Roses lay on thrones of compassion bed Narrow streets walk the pride of youth and age Lest a trumpet play past today Tomorrow dark the sky of heartache and sorrow In a grave yard far away across the valley and the sky A soldier with his child prays for the love that is lost tonight In amber ways of trouble given Each a pass is made Who is reason The piper and the naive