Last night of the turning year I walked a snowbound hill The sun's last rays not yet burned away The sky was cold and still And the moon shown like a Roman coin Silver worn and bent I have no tears now left to cry My tears have all been spent Wild geese resting in a field of hay They preen and stretch their wings Feathered beasts, the softest grey Like willows in the spring Watch them rise and take to wing Giving voice in the evening air Ah, my eyes feel the sudden sting Of tears I swore weren't there Tears of sorrow, tears of rage That's all there is; there is no more Tears for the hand in farewell raised And the closing of the door Where are you this winter night? God keep you from all harm May the wind that blows to you this night Find you safe and warm May your eyes always turn to morning In some place you call your home May your dreams all come to flower May you find love of your own I turned my collar to the rising wind I turned my steps to home Soft footfall behind me then I did not walk alone A small warm hand slipped into mine Two eyes raised to my own And the fairest flower of womankind Stood by to lead me home