Here, in the dark, where our sorros lay sleeping
Here, where the night holds the dawn in its keeping
And time carries on, on a song, at its fancy
Resigned to reclaim all it granted
For life, in itself, finds a way of unfolding
And love, on a shelf, isn't much to beholding
But I walked away from the heart that you held in your hand
Walked away without knowing,
And so, it's been told, over seasons forgone,
That the night's always darkest just before the dawn
My dear, though it seems, that the simplest things are the hardest to see
The tears will come and go
And hearts, they change, I know
But if you love me, then I won't let you go
Here, in the dark, where our sorrows lay sleeping
Here, where the night holds the dawn in its keeping
I walked away from the heart that you held in your hand
Like a child, walked away from the love that you held in your hand
