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

You have gone, the dark journey that
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 flows