Old Ways

Our fair garden is made
Hurrah, hurrah
Terraformed in our name

Listen closely, it breathes
A breath of hope
There is nothing to fear

Lie dear, the dance is done
Cry for the day
This life, christened in time for the feast
My precious darling is saved

This next winter is free
For us, to leave
There is nothing to see

We’re protected from harm
For all of time
Or at least ‘till the dawn

Lie dear, the night has come
For years it will remain
This life, crystalized over the hearth
My precious darling is saved