On the mountains of the old Greek highs
The eyes of the two hallow the terrain.
Stories of dense trees and carved branches
Old tales of two lovers whose birth was under the rain
Hail, the sparrows hail
Greetings from the sky depths, from the eagle's nest
Latin hymns reign and trail
Nature will not stand the lovers test
The years were not counted
Nature lost count
Moment became times that ever lasted
Now memories buried beneath Greek fount
Long long ago
When the heart of two beat as one
Long long ago
When the river flow seized not
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