December's fire / Robert's star

The night is dark, the footsteps in deathlike silence
are like hammers falling down
At the anvil of painful memories the rain is falling
into mirrors of pools

Walk within the alleys bordered by majestic elms-that
whisper the chorale of an ancient song
The drops are falling from the leaves like pearls of tears-the darkness
in which the blood is dripping from the wounds

Chorus:
And nobody feels the pain deep in my heart
And nobody hears the choir of the darkest woe
The murmurs in the branches of trees

How many times yet the winter comes without warning-how many times
was shining December's moon
How long ago it was-the house at Whidbey Island was burning-
and inside was dying a brave hero-betrayed and alone

Chorus:
And nobody feels the pain deep in my heart
And nobody hears the choir of the darkest woe
The murmurs in the branches of trees