Comes the vision calm and clear
Somewhere there's another land
Different from this world below
Far more mercifully planned
Than the cruel place we know
Innocence and peace are there
All is good that is desired
Faces there are always fair
Love grows never old or tired
We shall never find that lovely land of might-have-been
I can never be your king, nor you can be my queen
Days may pass and years may pass and seas may lie between
We shall never find that lovely land of might-have-been
Sometimes on the rarest nights
Comes the vision calm and clear
Gleaming with unearthly lights
On our path of doubt and fear
Winds from that far land are blown
Whispering with secret breath
Hope that plays a tune alone
Love that conquers pain and death
Will I ever be your king or you at last my queen?
Days may pass and years may pass and seas may lie between
Shall we ever find that lovely land of might-have-been?
= Edward Moore =
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