Break of Dawn - Darkwood

Tears in the morning

Her weeping lasts long

And I pass

The iron gateway

The birch in the garden

Bent down with its branches

Shivering

In a breezy wind

And I know about her shattered dreams

And hidden doubts, and hidden fears

And I know about her shattered dreams

And hidden doubts, and hidden fears

My feet carry on

To the fields of disgrace

Where the cold winds blow

Where the crosses grow

Wreaths of oak-leaves

Are silently withering

Torn apart

Lost in the dark

And I know about their shattered dreams

And hidden doubts, and hidden fears

And now I know about their shattered dreams

And hidden lies, and hidden fears

I gaze through the twilight

In fields of despair

Unaware of pain

In the falling rain

The birch trees remind me

Of the one in the garden

Marbled graceful towers

With sulphur flowers

And I fall at the break of dawn

And comrades fade with faces torn

And I fall at the break of dawn

And comrades fade with faces torn