Is it time now to gather our memories?
Forsaking the days we have lived
Within these lands of twilight
Sundered from the glades of Eternity
In that far isle, over the western seas
Where rest the elder of our kin
Amidst the glad peace of Immortal bliss

Is it time now to turn away?
Forsaking these lands we have called home
For many years in their passing
Watching the water flow and the leaves change
Floating vessels of emerald, scarlet and gold
From the shores of hidden streams
Into the beckoning sunlight

It is time now to weep?
Forsaking the lushness of these lands
Filled with the thick forests
Of tall and regal giants
Shedding their wondrous leaves in this final autumn
As tears, kissed by the dews of sunset descending
Heralding an end to the seasons of song and sadness

Is it time now to heal?
Forsaking our sorrows of mortal woes
For the new lands lying west
Where our heavy hearts will find peace
In the timeless vales of heaven
Ever beyond the reach of our mortal brethren
Whose paths now divide from ours

Is it time now to journey beyond?
Forsaking all we have accomplished
To answer the calling of our forbears gone before
In their great ships, like white birds sailing
Across the silver waters lapping
From sandy beach to ocean depths
Washing to the shores of paradise far away