Forest Hill

It seems like yesterday
But it really is a world away
Time came and time went
The bloom of hope is long spent

And the road was crooked and bent
And every journey will have its end
Every flower will wither and die
It’s not for you to question why

Time to dance with the
Goddess of samhain

It seems a breath away
It seems a touch away
It seems a dream away
It seems your death away
It seems a kiss away
It seems too far away
It seems but one more drink away
It seems like yesterday

That time is here at last
Now the future is in the past
It seems like yesterday
It seems your death away