The Four Strings Of Mourning

(albüm: A Crimson Cosmos - 1997)

Some tales say morrow knows, I know not why they say so
Some go where sorrow goes, I know not where they do go

One comes with winter's wind to tell a tale of mourning
One free as summer's sin, to tell a tale of mourning

Spinning around in circles every day
Spinning around and finding no new way
Spinning around, spinning around they say
I wish them all dead anyway

So sing the poets then, I know now why they sing so
So go they sorrow's friends, I know now where they do go

One comes with autumn's rain and sings a song of mourning
One sets the spring aflame and sings a song of mourning

Spinning around in circles every day
Spinning around and finding no new way
Spinning around, spinning around they say
I wish they all could go away