1. You are pure like the flowers
You are not of human clay

2. You are of light's outpour
On magic's wave astray

3. A single tune you are
Of path and string the way

4. A color you've not woven
Did imagination portray

5. If your abode with us
Is exile, by fate it's sway

6. When someday you return
To your ancient threshold's day

7. The land returns with woe
And youth and remembrance' glimmering ray

8. Naught of you remains but
What shadows of steps convey

9. If your abode with us
Is exile, by fate it's sway