It was in Elsewhen

It was in Elsewhen On the first day My friend and I were saying But the words were sung By those who listen at the dawn It was in Elsewhen Where I held gold Carried to me by time I never understood It was in Elsewhen I won't cry now The sky was strumming and ringing To the tune I couldn't find I sat searching with my friend, The beauty was held in wooden hands Woven now with the texture of hands Molding a dream It was in Elsewhen

-Edward Osenbaugh