The air was neither night or a day,   But faintly dark with softest light   When first glimmered into sight   The Cottage of Lost Play      You and me - we know that land   And often have been there in   The old days, old days   The dark child and a fair   Was it down the paths of firelight   Dreams in winter cold and white,   Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours   The air was neither night or day,   But faintly dark with softest light,   When first there glimmered into sight   The Cottage of Lost Play      And why we never found the same   Old cottage, or magic   Track that leads between a silver sea,   Between a silver sea   And those old shores and gardens fair   Where all things are that ever were -   We know not, You and Me   We know not, You and Me      Those old shores and gardens fair   Where all things are   That ever were      The air was neither night or day,   But faintly dark with softest light,   When first there glimmered into sight   The Cottage of Lost Play   And those old shores and gardens   Where all things are that ever were   We know not, You and Me,   We know not, You and Me      And these old shores   And gardens fair   Where all things are   That ever were [before]   Air was neither night or day   But faintly dark with softest light   When first there glimmered   The Cottage of Lost Play