There’s A Magic In The Distance, Where

Heart Of My Heart, The World Is Young; Love Lies Hidden In Every Rose!

Your God Still Walks In Eden, Between The Ancient Trees, Where Youth And Love Go Wading Through Pools Of Primroses. And This Is The Sign We Bring You, Before The Darkness Fall, That Spring Is Risen, Is Risen Again, That Life Is Risen, Is Risen Again, That Love Is Risen, Is Risen Again, And Love Is Lord Of All.

Only In Souls The Christ Is Brought To Birth, And There He Lives And Dies.

Heart Of My Heart, The World Is Young; Love Lies Hidden In Every Rose! Every Song That The Skylark Sung Once, We Thought, Must Come To A Close: Now We Know The Spirit Of Song, Song That Is Merged In The Chant Of The Whole, Hand In Hand As We Wander Along, What Should We Doubt Of The Years That Roll?

The Wind Was A Torrent Of Darkness Among The Gusty Trees, The Moon Was A Ghostly Galleon Tossed Upon Cloudy Seas, The Road Was A Ribbon Of Moonlight, Over The Purple Moor, And The Highwayman Came Riding-- Riding--riding-- The Highwayman Came Riding, Up To The Old Inn-door.