Lyrics: A. E. Housman/Chau
Music: Chau
Arranger: Chau
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows
What are those blue remembered hills
What spires, what farms are those
It is the land of lost content
I see it shining plain
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again
The wind returns from where it came
To brush against the glass
It has no face, it has no name
It watches seasons pass
The hills are fading into grey
The spires are lost in mist
It is the land of lost content
I see it shining plain
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again