Though once they die, though here they lie and under stones repose But one alone dares turn each stone to wake up those who doze He smiles to start their chilling hearts as they were ere they froze He instils new heat to make hearts beat and throb as before they froze
On midnight's shore, I stood before the bed of one who'd died And there I heard a groan or word, the faintest moan inside
And thus a song emerged among those tiles of withered frames Many a sound rose from the ground, from beneath forgotten names And there below, I trust, must glow many a long forgotten flame Down there, it seems, full often gleams a forgotten, twinkling flame Dow there doth flit, at once re-lit, many a long forgotten flame
On midnight's shore, I stood before the bed of one who'd died And there I heard a groan or word, the faintest moan inside Yes, I would swear that I did hear a throb and moan inside
solo: Vale
New star rising, pale star rising, gravestar rising
Thus falls the night on silent hills and wan are slope and dale and dim the stars and the moon is pale and the air itself is frail As the night grows on the hills
Thus grows the night on brook and heath as murmurs, whispers jest and yonder, in the township rest, those by peace and slumber blest As the night stills brook and heath
Thus stills the night the chapel-house - the steeple's bell long calm Thus doth the night God's house embalm, and its guests in their soft qualm
As the night kills about God's house As the night seems to arouse As the dead drink in their drowseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
