they are turning, one by one, into the mist
I live in their song
In the place of funeral stone
cry your tears for ones you've known and have not known
and live in their song, and live in their song
and where they have gone, say just where they've gone
but the right words won't let you go, and the right words won't let you go
then give them your song, fly home
In the winter, nights are long
they are turning, one by one, into the spring
they are turning, one by one, into the spring
they are turning, one by one...