No rain, no clouds. Deep winter sets upon me. Sharp pangs of light. Why won't the night time come? The hope was fleeting, The day was ceasing. Nigh is the night to come. No rain tonight. Homeward, walking along, the stream as it's flowing. So deeply the sun sets into the earth. Whispering shadows that call the dead rise wet from the meadows where once they were lead. So long I'll wait for someone to find me. Whisking away all the sighs that echo from past good-byes. Snow falls too slow with clamy, icey, chilly hands and all people seem to show they can't care for their dead. No rain, no clouds, deep winter sets upon me. Turning my dreams to ice that glimmer in the summer lights...