Tears in the morning Her weeping lasts long And I pass The iron gateway The birch in the garden Bent down with its branches Shivering In a breezy wind
And I know about her shattered dreams And hidden doubts, and hidden fears And I know about her shattered dreams And hidden doubts, and hidden fears
My feet carry on To the fields of disgrace Where the cold winds blow Where the crosses grow Wreaths of oak-leaves Are silently withering Torn apart Lost in the dark
And I know about their shattered dreams And hidden doubts, and hidden fears And now I know about their shattered dreams And hidden lies, and hidden fears
I gaze through the twilight In fields of despair Unaware of pain In the falling rain The birch trees remind me Of the one in the garden Marbled graceful towers With sulphur flowers
And I fall at the break of dawn And comrades fade with faces torn And I fall at the break of dawn And comrades fade with faces torn