With a crime of passion lie those dreams of yesterday

Broken like the snows of January

Silence will fall on those masters of shame

When the family garden wakes to Spring again



Under the moon and over land

Make the shadows of the chosen one

With words of mercy in his hand

He walks the path of peace a wounded man



Out of sight and out of mind

The devil's staircase winding high

Make it secret make it sudden

And the family garden wakes to frosty ground



In Europes towns tonight

They lie awake again to fear the dawn

An endless story of empty glory



Days of love are hard to find

One man's rose is another's thorn

But the winds of change they write the tune

And the family garden wakes to song again