Hour after hour, giant steel arms Spinning the loom without truce Join the wool and they back to start In exchange for a few crumbs I am locked into the dark Silent are the nights Men lose hope and remain blind Where did my freedom die? ♪ After the day, the lights go out And overnight I look forward To seeing the starlight up in the sky Shining like pale fireflies Pleased to know that they are still alive Silent are the nights Men lose hope and remain blind Where did my freedom die? ♪ Silent are the nights Men lose hope and remain blind Where did my freedom die? ♪ Smoke through the lights Darkness in their eyes Where did my freedom die? My voice rises like a cry And the pain calms me down Night after night my voice Singing, crying, screaming on the streets Fly through the town Winds from the north, take me now And into her song came crying her yearning for home And for the sound of the shout of the North Wind Masterful and proud, with his lovely lady the Snow And she sang of tales that the rushes murmured to one another And over the crowded streets her song went crying away The song of waste places and of wild free lands Full of wonder and magic At this moment Signor Thompsoni The well-known English tenor Happened to go by with a friend They stopped and listened 'There has been nothing like this in Europe in my time' So a change came into the life of Mary Jane People were written to And finally it was arranged that she should take A leading part in the Covent Garden Opera