Through the Ivory Gate

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Hubert Parry - Pop

Through the Ivory Gate

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Lyrics

I had a dream last night Dream of a friend that is dead He came with dawn's first light And stood beside my bed: And as he there did stand With gesture fine and fair He passed a wan white hand Over my tumbled hair Saying: "No friendship dieth With death of any day No true friendship lieth Cold with lifeless clay "Though our boyhood's playtime Be gone with summer's breath No friendship fades with Maytime No friendship dies with death." Then answer had I made But that thе rapture deep Did hold me, half afraid To mar that rose of sleep So with closеd eyes I lay Lord of the vision fair; And when 'twas perfect day Only the day was there

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Credits

Writers
  • Hubert Parry
  • Julian Sturgis