Break Of Dawn

Tears in the morning
Her weeping lasts long
And I pass
The iron gateway
The birch in the garden
Bent down with its branches
Shivering
In a breezy wind

And I know about her shattered dreams
And hidden doubts, and hidden fears
And I know about her shattered dreams
And hidden doubts, and hidden fears

My feet carry on
To the fields of disgrace
Where the cold winds blow
Where the crosses grow
Wreaths of oak-leaves
Are silently withering
Torn apart
Lost in the dark

And I know about their shattered dreams
And hidden doubts, and hidden fears
And now I know about their shattered dreams
And hidden lies, and hidden fears

I gaze through the twilight
In fields of despair
Unaware of pain
In the falling rain
The birch trees remind me
Of the one in the garden
Marbled graceful towers
With sulphur flowers

And I fall at the break of dawn
And comrades fade with faces torn
And I fall at the break of dawn
And comrades fade with faces torn