Faded Years Lyrics - Agathodaimon

To not forget our loving, should I a sign implore? 

I'd ask for you, but dearest, you are your own no more 

Nor do I beg a flower from in your golden hair 

Forgetfulness, beloved is but my single player 

Oh what a sad sensation, when joy that soon did wane 

Not swift with it to vanish, but ever here remain! 

When through tits life to wander it has been writ, it seem 

A dream made out of shadow, a shadow made of dream 

No matter when I die, this or some later day 

My wish is out of the mind of all to I pass away 

And you forget the dream that our two hearts endears 

When you loom back, beloved, upon the faded years 

Let in the depths of shadow my memory be gone 

As though we midst our loving each other had not known 

A chant of lamentation within cold walls of chime 

To beg for me in weeping the peace of endless time 

As though those hours of wonder in fact we did not live 

That I so deeply love you dear one can you forgive? 

My face turned to the desert you left me all alone 

And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone 

And when at last death's soil my body does reclaim 

Then who will know me or know from whence I came? 

Let in the depths of shadow my memory be gone 

As though we midst our loving each other had not known 

A chant of lamentation within cold walls of chime 

To beg for me in weeping the peace of endless time 

While then... should they my body into the gutter throw 

Still that would be far better than what I suffer now 

Afar of in distance a flock of crows arise 

And darken all the heavens before my sightless eyes 

Beyond the earth's steep margin a hurricane does start 

Flinging to the world my dust and to the wind my heart 

Yet as in spring the blossom do you remain the while 

With gentle eyes and humid and tender, childish smile 

So much a child, yet seeming each day to younger grow 

And of my fate know nothing as I too nothing know 

My face turned to the desert you left me all alone 

And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone 

And when at last death's soil my body does reclaim 

Then who will know me or know from whence I came? 

While then... should they my body into the gutter throw 

Still that would be far better than what I suffer now