Three And Thirty Years

Three and 30 years I tried To forget all the tears I cried Then one who knew me long ago Appeared upon my lonely road Warning me of trouble soon And talking me of pending doom Then all at once he disappeared And left me in a tomb of fear Pray in silence, brave the cold A son, a mother, priest and robe Will hold the word until their sleep A dove will fly above the keep Now forever life is gone Beholden to a sacred song The sun will too late understand That dark consumes the light of man That dark consumes the light of man