Mother (Adaptare)

In the garden, by the gate
You sit and listen, you wait for fate
How much time has slipped away
Years and months all turn to grey
By the hearth you sit alone
Counting years that you have known
You are frightened, mother scared

Of the dark past none have shared

Oh, if you knew, mother, so well
The hollow ringing of this bell
How much I regret not being there
In that day of daunted despair
But it’s night and the mist is deep
Strange shadows through the courtyard creep
Your face is weary, your spirit is torn
You fall to the thorns, tired and worn

The wind is whistling through the trees
Freezing, mother, in the breeze
You tap the window with your hand
Watching the stars across the land
Oh, if you knew, mother, so well
The hollow ringing of this bell
How much I regret not being there
In that day of daunted despair

Tomorrow when the sun will rise
You’ll walk the garden with tired eyes
But there is no leaving, no road to explore
And no one is coming anymore
Oh, if you knew, mother, so well
The hollow ringing of this bell
How much I regret not being there
In that day of daunted despair

No one is coming Not anymore
No one is coming No
I, I, no one.