The Falling Age Lyrics - Tragedy - Julia Holter

A rock there is where, as they say, the ocean dew distills 

And from its beetling brow, there pours a copious stream for pitchers to be dipped therein 

'T was here I had a friend washing robes of purple in the trickling stream 

And she was laying them out to dry on the face of a warm and sunny rock 

From her I heard the tidings 

See, here the wretched sufferer comes 

His youthful flesh and golden hair have lost their beauty 

Oh, what pain 

What double grief has fallen on these halls and swooped on them from heaven