When the fog appears, and the rain draws near,
and the nights curls sadly 'round your side...
when the dim flame bends in the cold night wind
and the shadows dance across your eyes...
Listen for the first drops. Listen for my footsteps
Listen for me singing at your door. Listen for the leaf's fall
Listen for the owl's call. Listen for my songs to ring once more
Dusty pages turn in a book, old and worn, and you'll hear me
reading from that tome... A light word's breath of life, love,
and d**h, and quiet place where the lost souls roam
Listen for the broken strings. Listen for the cracked bell's ring
Listen for the moon turning above. Listen to the windsong
Listen to the gravesong. Listen to my last lost song of love
When the fog appears and the rain draws near,
you will find me singing at your side