| Its a steep hill to climb | |
| When there's no one there waiting | |
| It's a long, long way down | |
| When you stand on your own | |
| It's a hard road to travel | |
| Without companion | |
| As you wind your way onward, a figure alone, | |
| As you wind your way onward, a figure alone. | |
| A brand new day dawns | |
| With the promise of peace | |
| Hours to fill till the next one arrives | |
| Harvest the sorrow like a reaper blade cutting | |
| A moment of peace as the final hour dies, | |
| A moment of peace as the final hour dies. | |
| Down through the dark glen | |
| Awaits the aggressor | |
| Shrouded in mist as the victims appear | |
| Watching the ghosts of the fathers of children | |
| Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near, | |
| Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near. | |
| A hard heart may stand you in | |
| good stead tomorrow | |
| The nice ones are not always what they appear | |
| Standing alone by the old sea of shadows | |
| As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear, | |
| As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear. | |
| Old hearts and flames | |
| might flicker and crumble | |
| New ones may pass like ships in the night | |
| Standing alone like a sentinel watching | |
| Until tomorrow comes with the first light, | |
| Until tomorrow comes with the first light. |