Let me sing a song for you, Let me spin a tale that's true, A story 'bout the days of gold, A story more than ages old. Last echoes of ancient harmonies Reflecting their present images Like falling leaves that keep their green, Falling leaves of wisdom from a Queen. Now let me sing a song for you, Let me spin a tale that's true, A story 'bout the days of sun, The days before the Ocean won. Let me sing a song for you, Let me spin a tale that's true, A story 'bout the days of light, The days before the darkest night.