THE DAYS HAVE NOW GROWN LONG
By Alex Moskios
Oh, the days have now grown long,
And the nights have lost their glitter of old,
And the birds, the swift little birds,
They are singing now no more - oh, nevermore,
Their merry tunes of old, happy tunes.
The old white house on the top of the hill
Is standing now there desolate and small,
For the happy screams of children will
Be heard there no more - oh, nevermore,
For they have now gone for ever, ever more.
And the moon and the sun and the stars
In their orbits stay and look - look in awe,
At the place that was once so happy,
But has now grown so old, very old,
At a place that will be now happy nevermore.
Stranger, if your steps one day take you
To the old place of farao lore,
Silently pass and hum a merry tune of life
For the folks that lived there so happy,
But will be young now no more - nevermore.