Within The Dreaming Hours

There within the dreaming hours Whisp'ring voices soft exclaim Carried on the gentle wind Calling, calling out my name Haunting echoes from the past Loved ones lost, so far away - Through my mem'ry sweet souls drift Then upon my heart to play In the shadows, thus I see Images of those no more Flick'ring phantoms, as pale flames Dancing on the distant shore Reaching out, can I touch them Hold them in my trembling hand - Through my fingers they would slip Ne'er be grasped, like shifting sand So within the dreaming hours I shall linger, in my mind, Be with those fixed in my heart - Know the love, once more to find