Lucy: An Illusion
Now, now as the sun climbs the hills
Softly she skips on the sand
Daughter of the breeze
Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her
Dim, through the panes of my tears, I see her
Then she is here, mine, always around me –
Mine till the morning mist comes

Now, now that the evening must fall
Weary, she sits by the river
Kind winds toss her hair
Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her
Dim, through the panes of the tears, I see her

Then she is here, mine, always around me
Her warm touch, glad to have found me
Day-long – walking my kingdom
Her soft smile speaking of freedom

Now, now that the evening has gone
Deep in a slumber she lies
Golden hair to touch
Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her
Dim, through the panes of my tears, I see her
Then she's no more than just an illusion
Mine till the morning mist comes