She walks in the garden Sunlight, golden face Treading the air so lovely What do I think, what do I see Angels weaving golden webs Entwined in shrouded mist Across the cold moors at dawn Spreading here and there and there And there (She says) oh I am beautiful Ancient elegance yet such a child Oh I'm fanciful I only hear the music, oh, in my head What do I feel, what do I think The skies are cold And there is no hope for the future, no Look into my eyes the melting of our gaze turns up empty And lips that part to speak make sounds too hard to reach I want the words to reach you still You want to touch the light upon the hill You want to feel the things I feel But the hour's late and the time isn't now So we'll part in silence in the cold And hope the time will come when the story will unfold We'll part in silence in the cold And tears will flow as foretold We'll part in silence in the cold A fleeting kiss that dies before it's old From lips that speak to ears that can't comprehend The love the heart can send The love the heart can send