The garden was silent and empty. A breeze now and then. Ancient statues, trees, temples. A world out of the time. Just my imagination maybe, but all of a suddon the sensation of echoes as they come from the the past, hints of something still floating around.

“Time table” by Genesis, from the album “Foxtrot”. A milestone in the rock history, a wonderful cover too.

..  A dusty table
Musty smells
Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
Only feeble light descends through a film of grey
That scars the panes.
Gone the carving,
And those who left their mark,
Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway
And the weak must die according to nature’s law
As old as they.

Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer,
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.

"Time table" by Genesis, from the album "Foxtrot" 
A milestone in the rock history and a wonderful cover too. A classic you can listen here

A carved oak table,
Tells a tale
Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold,
And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room
to arbours cool.

A time of valour, and legends born
A time when honour meant much more to a man than life
And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong
Through lance and sword.

Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer,
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore .. 
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Syd Barret wrote the musical arrangements of this lyrics when he was 15. The lyrics are originally from a poem in "Chamber Music" by James Joyce (1907). Initially the song was thought as a part of the album "The piper at the gates of down" by Pink Floyd, but it wasn't so because it was too different from the rest of the songs. So it appeared only later in the Syd Barret album "A madcap laughs"
You can listen the song here

Lean out your window, golden hair 
I heard you singing in the midnight air 
my book is closed, I read no more 
watching the fire dance, on the floor 
I've left my book, I've left my room 

For I heard you singing through the gloom 
singing and singing, a merry air 
lean out the window, golden hair...

I watched them stepping through the door
She and her son first, close to each other. He was behind, someway detached from them.
She looked around and then sat on the bench with the child close to her
He decided to stand still, alone
There was a good light, the child kept buzzing around, the man was leaning against the wall 
She was silent and confident
I watched the scene for a while, then I moved towards her asking the permission for a picture. She looked at me, then smiled and nodded, before turning back to her own thoughts.