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]