Mute Is My Sorrow

How could there be laughter left in these songs

How could there be mirth and joy in this world

For what am I now anymore?

But a wretched old bard

Weary and torn

For all of those dreams have withered and died

For all of those hopes have vanished into night

No grace in this voice anymore

But a wretched old bard

Forlorn and torn

But there was ever only one

The one that I would hold

The one that I still long

Mute is the sorrow of mine

Voiceless the yearning inside

Dark is the path in the end

Sore are the wounds I hide

Once there was a time when they all praised my name

Once there was a time when hearts turned to me

For even the birds hearkened to my song

That quivered in the wind

And echoed through the night

But where is the glory, the gold and fame now?

Where is the crown that once blazed on my brow?

Not one by my side anymore

This wretched old bard

Unsung and torn

And after all the years that go by

I remember the one

The one I still look for

Mute is the sorrow of mine

Voiceless the yearning inside

Dark is the path in the end

Sore are the wounds I hide

Mute is the sorrow of mine

Voiceless the yearning inside

Dark is the path in the end

Sore are the wounds I hide

Only for her I would play my tunes

Only for her I would write these words

Only to her I would sing

But she, she never hearkened to me

Mute is the sorrow of mine

Voiceless the yearning inside

Dark is the path in the end

Sore are the wounds I hide

Mute is the sorrow of mine

Voiceless the yearning inside

Dark is the path in the end

Sore are the wounds I hide