see the lights of your town ,
slowly sink and drown ,
like a ship in the storm ,
see the birds against the sun ,
feel the weight of things to come ,
and everything that's been before ,
see the woods with no pathways ,
see your grandfathers last days ,
see the darkest days my dear ,
whisper words soft and low ,
to the songs that you know ,
and take them on your way ,
see the fallen snow ,
neath the street light glow ,
by the side of the motor way ,
see the walls with no door ways ,
with a heavy heart always ,
see the darkest days my dear ,
see the woods with no pathways ,
see your grandfathers last days ,
see the darkest days my dear
slowly sink and drown ,
like a ship in the storm ,
see the birds against the sun ,
feel the weight of things to come ,
and everything that's been before ,
see the woods with no pathways ,
see your grandfathers last days ,
see the darkest days my dear ,
whisper words soft and low ,
to the songs that you know ,
and take them on your way ,
see the fallen snow ,
neath the street light glow ,
by the side of the motor way ,
see the walls with no door ways ,
with a heavy heart always ,
see the darkest days my dear ,
see the woods with no pathways ,
see your grandfathers last days ,
see the darkest days my dear