Bury Nights (Narrated by Paul McGann)

At last the winter is over

But forty-nine rough-hewn wooden crosses

Mark the graves of those who've perished

The survivors are hungry and emaciated

For many, the will to live has faded inside them

A man, at the end of his resilience

Falls down at the feet of William Bradford

Here I dwell a broken vow

You fondly gave to me

Of lands and fields of soaring hearts

Here let mine buried be

Here let mine buried be

Wintertime is rising now

Warm sunlight fades away

A distant rumble creeps along

Edging closer day by day

Edging closer day by day

Come bury nights and bury days

Come bear the sorrow on each face

Turn out the lights and turn away

Cast all sadness from this place

And see what lies before us now

Sweeping down from off that hill

A winding path to heaven high

And the grave that I must fill

The grave that I must fill

How long 'til my green body's set

With no food to feast upon

We know they'll soon be crawling out

Not long my friends, not long

'Til the golden grain will come

Come bury nights and bury days

Come bear the sorrow on each face

Turn out the lights and turn away

Cast all sadness from this place

Here I dwell a broken vow

You fondly gave to me

Of lands and fields of soaring hearts

Here let mine buried be

Here let mine buried be