Lyrics:

When the day is at rest and the night comes upon her
In the silence she waits, in the silence she sighs
She was born on the wind and she follows it homewards
Where she cradles the lives of all those who have died

At the last quiet hour she moves down through the vale
And she waits there for the morrow in her garden of graves

In the silence she stood as the earth crept and found her
And the words that she heard brought tears to her eyes
As the last light had failed and the mist swirled around her
She will wait until dawn underneath darkened skies

At the last quiet hour she moves down through the vale
And she waits there for the morrow in her garden of graves

(Copyright Liz Madden 2001)