I arise from whispers of thee,
In the first tranquil slumber.
As the memories are burning low,
And the pasts are shining pale,
I chant with the Lullabye of thee.
Alas. Long may the dreams shimmer.
"/>I arise from whispers of thee,
In the first tranquil slumber.
As the memories are burning low,
And the pasts are shining pale,
I chant with the Lullabye of thee.
Alas. Long may the dreams shimmer.