The Four Strings of Mourning - Lake Of Tears

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 everyday

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 sing the song of mourning

One sets the spring aflame

And sing the song of mourning