(Patrick Simmons)

The days grow short, the nights are gone

Since you were here, I can't go on

I cried for you, to no avail

Now my life runs cold when the night winds wail

But I cheat the hangman, cheated him many times before

The bell that tolls the hour has turned sweet lips to sour

Yes, I cheat the hangman and even when life has flown away

I leave a kiss behind

The rain that fell upon my stone

Like tears you cry I shared alone

I walk the night, I cannot sleep

The love you spend you cannot reap



The glow of love will then shine

Lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home

Only lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home