On a winter's night, stars are cold and bright in the sky,

The slumber of the earth is pure and deep

From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast

The old man stirs and wakens in the night

He stands before his window gazing at the grave

Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind

And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there



With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by,

With memories his one and only joy

All he has to give, he would give to bring back the life,

And raise the one who lies beneath the snow

He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past

The faces of their youth still glow with new-found love,

But the picture's faded, and time has stolen youth away



With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips,

He felt another presence in the room,

He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose

And turned to face the image that he knew

She stood before him and her hand reached out for his

A peaceful light shone in her eyes

She said she'd come to soothe him, and someday they'd be as one



She began to fade and her image disappeared,

So he was left alone to face the night,

Never in his life, had he been so held in awe,

As he faced the apparition of his wife

He stood before the window gazing at the grave,

And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn,

He knew that she was waiting, that someday they'd be as one