Wither

Rest your weary eyes, my love
Don't you linger in the wake
The suffering will be over soon
Oh, let death come take us away

Now dead leaves outside are falling
As the winds come sweeping in
Winter's eve comes crawling
To lay our fading hearts to rest

In the dust of the dying light
I saw your face for the last time
And in the cold of this empty room
I see your dying hands in mine

Nightfall blackens my withering vision
I saw your eyes turn to grey

In the dust of the dying light
I saw your face for the last time
And in the cold of this empty room
I see your dying hands in mine

Dead leaves outside are falling...
Winter's eve comes crawling...