Wide stretch the grey hills beyond our ken Where roam the sad, haunted shadows of men Why do they roam 'neath the laden sky Heedless of doom, for they are doomed to die Searching in vain, yet unceasing they seek Ever they look their chances are bleak Ever they climb the grey hills, then descend Down hopeless trails which wind and wend 'Mid the grey hills 'Neath laden sky Wander the weary men Searching for dreams long flown Dreams best left forgotten Once they were told of a pool hidden well 'Mid the grey hills by a powerful spell This is the lure, ever drawing the mon There, they are told, all their dreams have gone If they could find the insatiate well Plead with the spirit which in it doth dwell Then might their dreams come rushing back home No more 'mid sorrowful hills would they roam 'Mid the grey hills 'Neath laden sky Wander the sons of men Searching for dreams long flown Years have they squandered in search of their visions Dreams best left forgotten What feeds the pool wherein their dreams were drowned The tears of children who in sorrow found The world was broken and by one, betrayed Their faith in dreams was doomed to fade And so, to and fro They roam in seach of this Though knowing they seek it in vain Doomed are the sons of men Searching for dreams long flown Doomed are the sons of men Who search for dreams of their youth Years have they squandered in search of their visions Dreams best left forgotten Better to dream Dreams that have yet to be dreamed