“In Greek mythology, the Elysian Fields -or Elysium as it is also known – is the final resting places of the souls of the heroic and the virtuous.”
First Movement
To travel on the wings of time to some fair place,
And find when comes to pass such beauty and such grace.
The colours of our dreams embrace,
Their once veiled souls now face to face.
The heroes of our world now faded from our view,
In heaven we now see eternities so few.
To judge not is to live anew,
They find their place as we find too.
And now the pain sets in the loss is so acute,
The bravest of us all stand silent and then mute.
To now discern with thoughts astute
Each more resolved to dream through time.
We must be bold to dream, be bold to dream, be bold to dream through time…
Third Movement
The cool breeze from the harbour-side,
How I long for the sea!
For its years since I lay in your warm, strong arms,
And an age since I smelled your sweet breath.
Now I’m home-bound to take up my rest.
There is love that will last a while,
There is love that will die.
But the love that we share lives beyond the waves,
And is steeped deep in our native land…
And is steeped deep in our native land…
The cool breeze from the harbour-side,
How I long for the sea!
For its years since I lay in your warm, strong arms,
And an age since I smelled your sweet breath.
Now I’m home-bound to take up my rest.
Fourth movement
Peace and hope, to have found a place of peace and hope;
Any fear is left behind, all our fears are left behind.
Open now, all the gates to that great shard of light;
The bright star that never fails, the warm glow that never dies.
Bridge
Your dreams will always,
Lead the way for-ward.
Peace… and…; hope… and…; (x2)
Finale
Shine…out…that…great…shard…of…light that never fails.
Text by Philip Pogson (2015)