I was coming home in the dead of night
In a cruel October storm
When an old grey man came into sight

His jacket sodden and torn

The mist was tangled in his hand

As I asked where is your home
He spoke as if I was not there
And his voice was cold as stone

Cold as stone

T'was in that far-off land of mine

Dear land I'll never see
The grey church, like a ghost, stood up
And the sundial spoke to me

The grey church, like a ghost, stood up
And the sundial spoke to me
It spoke into this soul of mine

This day, this day is thine

The bright-eyed baby Bunsen flowers

Showered sweetness on the spring
And in the dark green shade, I heard
Singers of the deep wood sing

And in the dark green shade, I heard
Singers of the deep wood sing
And that old sundial had it's say

This day, no other day
No other day


No other day

The players of the playtime pass

How swift the seasons turn
For what we strive and most may love
Still never yet may earn


The old sundial, it still speaks on
This day is nearly gone

Nearly gone

Nearly gone


The kisses and the fallen dreams
Hearts that could not hold their pain

Seem holier in the mist of years
That old sundial speaks again
The tears get lost in the mist of years

And the sundial speaks again
Stern teacher, of this heart of mine, this day so lost is thine
This day is thine

My heart is lost in the mist of years
It cannot hold it's pain
That sundial speaks in this soul of mine

This day, what's lost, is gone
The day is gone