Lonely path across the marshland Leads to a forlorn grey lodge Grey like the misery Empty, abandoned For the lone dweller is now gone Ailment and poverty was her lot Only guest ever the nightly frost that crept inside Brief were the moments of bliss and gladness For on this hoar peatland, no joy will live Bells they toll In cold morning light And bells they toll In bleak morning light ♪ Once there was a fleeting time When sky was less dark for a while And the one that she adored Walked her across the churchyard Flowers bloomed and bells they tolled Hopeful was the spring's tone But on this barren marshland No gladness will ever last Here the nightly frost will creep inside the hearts Here the brittle flowers will die before their time And soon came the day, when bells they tolled again For her dearest one, beneath the stones now lies Under the churchyard sleeps Under the churchyard sleeps Bells they toll In cold morning light And bells they toll In bleak morning light