A new land bathes in the dawn’s early rays
Distant hills wear a shroud of gray
A lonely breeze whispers in the trees
Fleeting memories rise
The eyes of the house as vacant as night
Save for one watchful candlelight
Flickering almost in vain
Comforting yet cold
And yet all is well
Through these corridors
Hope itself long buried deep
A remnant of my past
Dislodges from my enclosing breast
And matches the glow of the hearth
Relics are my company here
My visitors are few
An island bathes in the dawns early rays
Enclosing hills shroud me in gray
A lonely breeze howls through these trees
And yet all is well
Through these corridors