Darkness falls upon the valley,

                   low and steep and still,

my heart aches to have you near me,

                  even though you'll never hear me.

For the stone is gray and hollow,

                   and the earth is deep,

spirits only speak in whispers,

                   in eternal sleep.

My misfortune was to love you,

                   yet, my soul still yearns,

for the warmth that once was life,

                  in this place as cold as ice.