Silver stars once shone in the sky,
and bathed in the moonlight.
Their silver tears would leak from my eye,
and give life to the night.
And in the east the sun'd be reborn,
and with it, rays of sunlight,
every man who'd fall folorn,
would gaze at it with delight.
But now the skies have turned to gray,
a wintry age in which I die.
No moon to help me from falling astray,
silver stars once shone in the sky...