On the broken stem of dreamsOnly disappointments grow.
On the broken stem of dreams Only disappointments grow.
I dream of the purple gloryOf the roseate mountain-heightAnd the sweet-to-remember storyOf a distant and clear delight.
I dream of the purple glory Of the roseate mountain-height And the sweet-to-remember story Of a distant and clear delight.
Give me the old enthusiasms back,Give me the ardent longings that I lack, --The glorious dreams that fooled me in my youth,The sweet mirage that lured me on its track. . . .
Give me the old enthusiasms back, Give me the ardent longings that I lack, -- The glorious dreams that fooled me in my youth, The sweet mirage that lured me on its track. . . .