See the lights of your town
Slowly sink and drowned,
Like a ship in a storm
See the birds against the sun,
Feel the weight of things to come,
And everything that‘s been before
See the woods with no pathway,
See your grandfather’s last day,
See the darkest days my dear
Whisper words soft and low,
To the songs that you know,
Take them all on your way
See the fallen snow,
‘neath the street lights glow
Beside the motorway
See the wall with no doorway,
With a heavy heart always,
See the darkest day my dear
See the woods with not pathways,
See you grandfather’s last days,
See the darkest day my dear

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