歌词
In this house
On a hill
Where I’ve come to see
What is real
All I find is illusion
Urgently she sees Spring grow
Build to a stream
On it flows
Till Autumn falls, golden
Leaves her silent, scolded
Men nearby drain fields
Hopeful for all they yield
Not wond’ring why the days end
With the sun in the West
At night I hang
From the ledge
By moon, by Pleiades
In all the shining mystery
In this house
On a hill
Where I’ve come
To need less
And many more will
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