Only this will change not as the countless years speed on;
Ever to the hilltop, looking westward o'er the land
Will come some lad and maiden, dreaming, hand in hand;
In the twilight dreaming of a happy home to be
Beside thy restless waters, sweeping silent toward the sea,
Ever in the gloaming while time shall ebb and flow
Love will build its castles in the crimson afterglow.