Oak and ash and hazel glade
The tangled woods of youth's sweet shade
The song of birds at break of day
The dappled light that lit my way
All gone, the memories
All gone, the fragrant sea
The secret paths I trod alone
The ancient oak I called my own
All gone to feed the age's need
Nothing left but stone, and greed
All gone, the memories
All gone, the fragrant sea
coldwave / darkwave / goth / synth