Dark silent night, Until the moment, I will never forget, The veil of death, Over my places, Did take them two, The dying bodies I loved, With my own
The autumn wind, and the winter winds have come and gone And still the days, the lonely days go on and on And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights
Leave me, it you will Away from light steals forth my soul I want give cure as know But love's a smoke with fume of sighs So swallow down and rise, autumn
The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights
autumn wind and the winter winds, they have come and gone And still the days, those lonely days, they go on and on And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights
wind The autumn wind And the winter wind Have come and gone And still the days Those lonely days Go on and on And guess who sighs her lullabies Through nights
was a stone no-one knew that I was there I'd sing my song but no-one ever really cared I went to the mountain face all covered
autumn wind and the winter wind They have come and gone But still the days those lonely days Go on and on But guess who sighs his lullabies Through nights
wind The autumn wind, the winter winds have come and gone As still the days, the lonely days, go on and on And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights
The autumn wind and the winter wind Have come and gone And still those days, those lonely days Go on and on And guess who sighs her lullabies Through nights
autumn wind And the winter wind they have come and gone And still the days Those lonely days that go on and on And guess who sighs His lullabies through nights
The autumn wind, and the winter wind they have come and gone Still the days, those lonely days that go on and on Guess who sighs his lullabies through nights
I was a martyr She knew I was dead 'Cause no one cuts in on the trouble boy Yeah, the trouble boys and the trouble boys all around me No one likes
Let it be a tear Let it be a sigh Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn Rustling
the summer wind Like painted kites, those days and nights they went flyin' by The world was new, beneath a blue umbrella sky Then softer than, a piper man, one