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.
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.
