With a crime of passion lie those dreams of yesterday Broken like the snows of January Silence will fall on those masters of shame When the family garden wakes to Spring again
Under the moon and over land Make the shadows of the chosen one With words of mercy in his hand He walks the path of peace a wounded man
Out of sight and out of mind The devil's staircase winding high Make it secret make it sudden And the family garden wakes to frosty ground
In Europes towns tonight They lie awake again to fear the dawn An endless story of empty glory
Days of love are hard to find One man's rose is another's thorn But the winds of change they write the tune And the family garden wakes to song again