In the grey summer garden I shall find you With day-break and the morning hills behind you.
And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings. Not from the past you'll come, but from that deep
And I shall know the sense of life re-born
There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings; Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep: From dreams into the mystery of morn Where gloom and brightness meet. And standing there Till that calm song is done, at last we'll share The league-spread, quiring symphonies that are Joy in the world, and peace, and dawn's one star.
And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings. Not from the past you'll come, but from that deep
And I shall know the sense of life re-born
There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings; Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep: From dreams into the mystery of morn Where gloom and brightness meet. And standing there Till that calm song is done, at last we'll share The league-spread, quiring symphonies that are Joy in the world, and peace, and dawn's one star.