The Passing of Hope and the Departure of Greenleaves
The passing of hope one foggy day,
The whisper of the wind, telling them to stay.
Our days are ending and our years failing,
To pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
The dimming of the Evenstar,
To send them to the shore so far . . . . away.
Is there no other way?
The passing of hope one fateful day.
Some may grieve-- overlong,
Yet even those who are strong . . . . . will crumple at the loss of hope.
There will come a day when even those who live forever cannot stay.
Going over the sea,
To live in peace and eternal harmony.
The rippling of the greenleaves across the shore,
They will come forth . . . . . . never more.
Everyone still grieves . . . .
For the passing of hope and the departure of greenleaves.
There are some that believe that their souls rest on yonder shore,
ever more.