In the cold, dead of winter night,
through the highest maple branches,
on the wind whistling through the air,
rides a song full of tears.
Cries of the innocent,
the guilties fears,
hearts of the loving,
souls of the dear,
just notes in the song full of tears.
Please of the accused,
dreams not come true,
wishes made with dying breath,
oaths ne'er part till death,
only notes in the song full of tears.
Kisses made before the light faded from their eyes,
soft regrets about apologies,
and not said goodbyes,
all notes in the song full of tears.