The blackest night must end in dawn
The sun dispel the dreamer's fear
When shall my soul's bleak, hopeless pain
Find solace in its darkening weyr?
When shall my soul's bleak, hopeless pain
Find solace in its darkening weyr?
Harper, your song has a sorrowful sound
Though the tune was written as gay
Your voice is sad, your hands are slow
And your eye meeting mine turns away
Your voice is sad, your hands are slow
And your eye meeting mine turns away
Harper, tell me of the road
That leads beyond this hold
That wends its way beyond the hill
Does it go further on until
The blackest night must end in dawn
The sun dispel the dreamer's fear
When shall my soul's bleak, hopeless pain
Find solace in its darkening weyr?
When shall my soul's bleak, hopeless pain
Find solace in its darkening weyr?

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