once there was a pathway

a cloth that on the bed is draped
reminds us of some other day
hope in each mind is ever shaped
a cloth that on the bed is draped

we know that we have not escaped
because we've never found the way
a cloth that on the bed is draped
reminds us of some other day

if we had chosen the high path
we would have found another hope
there would have been no aftermath
if we had chosen the high path

and so we must in calm or wrath
turn backs to sea and climb the slope
if we had chosen the high path
we would have found another hope

across the valley one bright tree
announces its time of the year
with all who speak i can't agree
across the valley one bright tree

beyond the ridge there lies the sea
but on it's nothing we hold dear
across the valley one bright tree
announces its time of the year

our thoughts are always far away
we know we have to leave this place
where we should go we cannot say
our thoughts are always far awa

we've got no time to laugh or play
we're told that we're each a disgrace
our thoughts are always far away
we know we have to leave this place

in dreams we populate each hill
with folk whose natures are all bright
we shouldn't come this way but still
in dreams we populate each hill

the world won't answer to our will
we seem to have no choice but flight
in dreams we populate each hill
with folk whose natures are all bright

not one who sees but knows our thought
is focused on some future time
so little that we here have wrought
not one who sees but knows our thought

all of our minds in dreams seem caught
we move from earth to the sublime
not one who sees but knows our thought
is focused on some future time

were we to journey there again
we would not recognise the place
each footstep that cost us such pain
were were to journey there again

signals we know must reach the brain
but nothing shows upon each face
were we to journey there again
we would not recognise the place

we can't yet tell the gold from brass
the sea fills up all of the west
there's nothing here to show our class
we can't yet tell the gold from brass

somewhere beyond this mountain pass
we'll come upon some certain test
we can't yet tell the gold from brass
the sea fills up all of the west

were we upon that road to pause
we would not think of all the past
we'd jump straight from effect to cause
were we upon that road to pause

and yet we know that there are laws
that find their way to hold us fast
were we upon that road to pause
we would not think of all the past