Текст песни
The thorn tree bends against the slate-grey sky
A widow’s peak where all the rooks do fly
The lane is slick with leaves of rust and gold
A tale I’ve told, a tale I’ve told
The peat smoke curls from chimneys cold and tall
And in the mist, I swear I hear you call
But you are ash, you are the faded light
Lost to the night, lost to the night
Oh, hear me keen upon the hill
Where the October rains fall chill
My love, my love, you went to roam
And left me here to make this stone my home
My only home
Your coat still hangs upon the oaken door
A specter I have worn on the cold floor
Your name a thorn that festers in my breast
Denying rest, denying rest
I walked the bog where we two used to walk
Through heather dark and muffled in our talk
Now only silence answers to my tread
Among the dead, among the dead
Oh, hear me keen upon the moor
Where the banshee wails at every door
My love, my love, what cruel jest
To steal your breath and leave this ache in my chest
This hollow chest
They say the Good Folk took you for their own
A changeling left upon a throne of stone
But I have wandered every faerie ring
And found no trace, no living thing
Only the frost… and the slow decay
Of a love they stole… or gave away
Oh, hear me keen beneath the yew
My cry is salt, my tears are dew
My love, my love, the river wide
Could not divide what we had tied
But the grave has lied
The grave has lied
The lantern’s out… the gate is swung
The final verse remains unsung
I’ll meet you when… the mist is torn
On the far side of the… thorn
My love… my love
