How could there be laughter left in these songs
How could there be mirth and joy in this world
For what am I now anymore?
But a wretched old bard
Weary and torn
For all of those dreams have withered and died
For all of those hopes have vanished into night
No grace in this voice anymore
But a wretched old bard
Forlorn and torn
But there was ever only one
The one that I would hold
The one that I still long
Mute is the sorrow of mine
Voiceless the yearning inside
Dark is the path in the end
Sore are the wounds I hide
Once there was a time when they all praised my name
Once there was a time when hearts turned to me
For even the birds hearkened to my song
That quivered in the wind
And echoed through the night
But where is the glory, the gold and fame now?
Where is the crown that once blazed on my brow?
Not one by my side anymore
This wretched old bard
Unsung and torn
And after all the years that go by
I remember the one
The one I still look for
Mute is the sorrow of mine
Voiceless the yearning inside
Dark is the path in the end
Sore are the wounds I hide
Mute is the sorrow of mine
Voiceless the yearning inside
Dark is the path in the end
Sore are the wounds I hide
Only for her I would play my tunes
Only for her I would write these words
Only to her I would sing
But she, she never hearkened to me
Mute is the sorrow of mine
Voiceless the yearning inside
Dark is the path in the end
Sore are the wounds I hide
Mute is the sorrow of mine
Voiceless the yearning inside
Dark is the path in the end
Sore are the wounds I hide
