• The Sorrows of all the Years

    The dark night sky,
    A pillow stained with tears,
    The cold bitter wind,
    Are the sorrows of all the years.

    The dying rose,
    Midnight fears,
    The pain of it all,
    Are the sorrows of all the years.

    A voice that sings,
    Open your ears,
    Such sadness and woe,
    “The sorrows of all the years.”