Of Acorns That Gather Lyrics - Singles - Enchantment

In graceful dance of ever, as fountains have towered above me 

The days of celebration and that of the foul lake 

Fathers of the knell... 

...burn up the sun 

And pluck me from my ripeness 

As passion dies 

As love itself has failed 

And unto the earth we thrive 

Of acorns that gather and cradle to kindest of ears 

Even they are judged to a wintertide... 

...judged by sorrow days 

Through windows of sunken eyes 

As time leads our summer's on 

Nothing but idle tales... 

...and flowers yet to be fair 

Make the berries glutton with awe 

Borrowed tears like a troubled ocean, thorns 

Of earth's delight 

Gathered like spreading fields for a fallow year 

Deflower for love is a fever... 

...and I swear from time... 

...I even pity beauty itself