Never again will the candlewick burn
And never shall night become day
The darkness has come to rid the world of happiness, laughter and play.
No more dogs to howl at the moon
Just a silence that's not to be broken.
No more children to play on the swings
There's now nothing left to provoke them.
The dead, gnarled tree in the silent field
From which an eagle had watched it's prey
And the bells in the church that once played tunes
Will remain silent for ever and a day.
The flowers in the garden are shrivelled and dry
And the fires in the houses are…
