كلمات The Herald

A soft wetting note issues from the time-worn flute Frowning slightly the herald listens wistful across the night And from way back behind the day comes the echoed answer The day advances oh so softly his shadow lengthens and his voice is mute But clear his flute and sadly walks forward followed by the day Herald of morning walks across the earth eternally Oh Aah And somewhere in the black distance Another herald puts down his flute And the dewy dawn creeps on And the night withdraws The day advances oh so softly his shadow lengthens and his voice is mute But clear his flute and sadly walks forward followed by the day Herald of morning walks across the earth eternally Oh, oh La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laa La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laa La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laa La-la-la-la-la-la-la-laa