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Music and lyrics: Tom

The night is dark, the footsteps in deathlike silence

are like hammers falling down

At the anvil of painful memories the rain is falling

into mirrors of pools

Walk within the alleys bordered by majestic elms-that

whisper the chorale of an ancient song

The drops are falling from the leaves like pearls of tears-the darkness

in which the blood is dripping from the wounds

Chorus:

And nobody feels the pain deep in my heart

And nobody hears the choir of the darkest woe

The murmurs in the branches of trees

How many times yet the winter comes without warning-how many times

was shining December's moon

How long ago it was-the house at Whidbey Island was burning-

and inside was dying a brave hero-betrayed and alone

Chorus:

And nobody feels the pain deep in my heart

And nobody hears the choir of the darkest woe

The murmurs in the branches of trees