Far Away

Far away, far away
Far away from here
There is no worry after joy
Or away from fear
Far away from here
Her lips were not very red
Nor her hair quite gold
Her hands played with rings
She did not let me hold
Her hands playing with gold
She is something past
Far away from pain
Joy can touch her not, nor hope
Enter her domain
Neither love in vain
Perhaps at some day beyond
Shadows and light
She will think of me and make
All me a delight
All away from sight
Her lips were not very red
Nor her hair quite gold
Her hands played with rings
She did not let me hold
Her hands playing with gold