Remains of the Day
© 2004 Blood Ruby
Author: Cynthia Conrad, Margaret Browning, and Thomas Wall
Ghost at the gate
Why don't we go
Over the lay of the land?
Memories fade,
But I can feel them
Wade through the sun and the shade.

Who owns the hills and lakes
When they're just a thought,
Remains of the day?
See how the landscape changed
Till it's gone, it's lost,
But surely you know the way.

Glossy and glazed,
Summer's sweet hold
Carries us far and away.
Lost in a haze,
Green and golden
Out in the fields where we played.

Who owns the hills and lakes
When they're just a thought,
Remains of the day?
See how the landscape changed
Till it's gone, it's lost,
But surely you know the way.

Can't go home again;
I close my eyes and
Follow the path to the place.
Keeping it safe,
I can be there
Lost in a world time erased.

Who owns the hills and lakes
When they're just a thought,
Remains of the day?
See how the landscape changed
Till it's gone, it's lost,
But surely you know the way.

Lyrics © 2003 Cynthia Conrad