歌手:Sarah Brightman
专辑:《The Trees They Grow So High》

作词 : TRAD+BRITTEN BENJAMIN
作曲 : TRAD+BRITTEN BENJAMIN
There's none to soothe my soul to rest,
There's none my load of grief to share
Or wake to joy this lonely breast,
Or light the gloom of dark despair.
The voice of joy no more can cheer,
The look of love no more can warm
Since mute for aye's that voice so dear,
And closed that eye alone could charm.