Wither

Rest your weary eyes, my love

Don't you linger in the wake

The suffering will be over soon

Oh, let death come take us away

Now dead leaves outside are falling

As the winds come sweeping in

Winter's eve comes crawling

To lay our fading hearts to rest

In the dust of the dying light

I saw your face for the last time

And in the cold of this empty room

I see your dying hands in mine

Nightfall blackens my withering vision

I saw your eyes turn to grey

In the dust of the dying light

I saw your face for the last time

And in the cold of this empty room

I see your dying hands in mine

Dead leaves outside are falling...

Winter's eve comes crawling...