Wait til the dawning of old sirus
See the world as it was new
There is a mist upon the meadow
And the stirring souls are few
She hears the starlings cry at daybreak
And the tolling of the bells
She shivers in the chill of the morning air
Drawing water from her well
With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face
Hear the owls cry at midnight
And the towers tolling bells
There is a fog upon the forest
Where she's been she'll never tell
With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face
With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face
With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face
With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face
With tears like diamonds
With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face
With tears like diamonds
