a time of legend

a thousand stories wait still to be told
we pack our visions up and wrap them tight
this is the season when we pan for gold

your task to herd the lost sheep into fold
and do so swiftly for too soon comes night
a thousand stories wait still to be told

at height of summer not a one fears cold
but you alone are left to warn of blight
this is the season when we pan for gold

give us the measure and we shall take hold
of all the matters set within our sight
a thousand stories wait still to be told

you seek to have all good things tightly rolled
into the pattern while they are still bright
this is the season when we pan for gold

not one thing happens that is not controlled
or so we hope as long as we have light
a thousand stories wait still to be told
this is the season when we pan for gold