We were driving home from the "Patriarchs'" Molly Lef'vre and I, you know; The white flakes fluttered about our lamps; Our wheels were hushed in the sleeping snow.
You remember the nursery legend We heard in the early days, Ere we knew of the world's deception Or walked in its dusty ways, And dwelt in a land of the fairies Where the air was golden haze ...