In the castles black with dawning
broken vessels hold the light
where the vassals stand a'yawning
woken by the dead of night

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Where the flowers whither rhythm
where the rhymes are drops of dust
metered moonbeams lie
within them
in their melodies we trust

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Can we only see the lanterns
lit for us by frosty dew?
Can we yet hear all the patterns
colors bled for me and you?

Songs for aging children, come
aging children

*I AM ONE!