Damon Albarn - The Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows

Leaves no returning
It’s fruitless for me to mourn you
But, who can help mourning
To think of life, that did laugh on your face
In the beautiful past left so desolate now
When you’ve seemed immortal
So sweet it did we
Heaven’s halo around you
I had have hoped you to see
You were the fairest and dearest
While many were fair, to my heart you were nearest
The year has it’s winter as well as it’s May
The sweetest leavers and the fairest decay
The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows
To think of life, that did laugh on your face
In the beautiful past left so desolate now
When you’ve seemed immortal
So sweet it did we
Heaven’s halo around you
Around you
I had have hoped you to see
Around you
The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flowse Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows