Sitting beneath a tall oak tree,
pondering what my mind will see.
Dreaming of what once had been,
of connections with women and men.

Seeing a time now long past,
a memory that doesn't last.
Time to me seems to past so fast,
it feels that into the future I'm cast.

I see things that have passed away,
like the setting of the sun this day.
For legends are how people see the Fay,
and they see no Elves anymore on their way.

Still you will find us on a train,
or sit near us on a j... read more