When Sorrow Sang
When Sorrow Sang
Flowing down the sacred river
There’s a soft song, on the banks
It is the music ever lasting
The song that sounded when sorrow sang
Not a tune is to be heard now
Not a candle in the wind
Not an autumn without winter
Everything is lost, again
I’ll be the evening of your fury
I’ll be the ballad or your grief
I’ll be the lifeless form of living
I’ll be the numbness in relief
Silently my morning’s falling
And slowly, music makes me cry
My eyes are empty, my heart broken
And nothing else remains
Flowing down the sacred river
There’s a soft song, on the banks
It is the music ever lasting
The song that sounded when sorrow sang
Not a tune is to be heard now
Not a candle in the wind
Not an autumn without winter
Everything is lost, again
I’ll be the evening of your fury
I’ll be the ballad or your grief
I’ll be the lifeless form of living
I’ll be the numbness in relief
Silently my morning’s falling
And slowly, music makes me cry
My eyes are empty, my heart broken
And nothing else remains
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| Auteur: Joyce | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 maart 2003 | ||
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