By Brian PearsonBrian Pearson
(From the album "Tam Lin")
When will I wake and see the morning? The harsh light fading in the golden air Since from garden twix't dusk and dawning My lady came and she took me there. No winter comes there and time lies sleeping By the frozen fountain on the silver lawn And the cradled wood holds the world in keeping in the dreaming garden between dusk and dawn. My eyes are dry and I feel no sorrow Save in the garden between dusk and day There's no yesterday and no tomorrow Still my heart is hollow and cold as clay. There's no death here but there is no growing The spirit sickens with the love she gives I cannot leave but I must be going For my life's borrowed from the life she lives. For the endless dance at last grows dreary The grey ash glade grows dry and sere And the pulse beats slow and the heart grows weary For time and chance and the passing years. I'll leave her soon but the chains that bind me Are soft as silk and as cruel as fear She'll wake one day and she will not find me And which of us will shead a tear?