The years grow tall They hide the light, they shroud the sun, And we stay small, And in our eyes The pain recedes, the passion dies. The face we knew The smile we loved, the hands we touched When time was new Are nowhere seen— The branching years have come between. We sowed a wild garden, there we drowned in summer perfumes sweetening the air. We made time drunk with dreams and scattered seeds of brightness every- -where. Love will change the world and love will never change— We believed... we believed. The years grow tall ... Now in my marble garden, silence grows and spider shadows gather everywhere. Still in the distance, see a spark that burns the darkness from the air: Soon will come the day when love will overcome— We believed... we believed. The years grow tall ...
recording: Roy Bailey with Fiz Shapur, piano (1988) [YouTube]
recording: Nancy Kerr (2020) [YouTube]
notes: comments from Leon Rosselson [Leon Rosselson Song Catalogue]