Queenswave

Let me sing a song for you,

let me spin a tale that's true,

a story 'bout the days of gold,

a story more than ages old.

Last echoes of ancient harmonies

reflecting their present images

like falling leaves that keep their green,

falling leaves of wisdom from a Queen.

Now let me sing a song for you,

let me spin a tale that's true,

a story 'bout the days of sun,

the days before the Ocean won.

Let me sing a song for you,

let me spin a tale that's true,

a story 'bout the days of light,

the days before the darkest night.