Burn my star don't fall so far
Shed your cold rays after all
Beyond the fence by the graveyard
A heart beats no more in these parts
Shine with august under rye’s sky
Fill the fields where silence lies
With crane's cries that never flew high
Trembling in sorrow they sigh
I lift my head a little higher
Beyond the grove and the hill
I hear a song from the choir
About my father's land so still
Golden autumn’s tale unfolds
Birch sap reduces in its hold
For those I loved and left cold
Leaves cry whispers of stories told
In the breeze I sense their plea
Ghostly fingers reaching for me
A lullaby from lands set free
Sings of memories like a sea
I lift my head a little higher
Beyond the grove and the hill
I hear a song from the choir
About my father's land so still
In the breeze I sense their plea
Ghostly fingers reaching for me
A lullaby from lands set free
Sings of memories like a sea
