On a dark cold starry night,
the black rose appeared in sight...

Joy comes in the mourning,
and you color me true...

If I should say to the king:
I will bring you this ring...

On the broken backs
of cold mountains...

On a pale winter's moon
when all do sleep...

Gallant ship
All hands on deck...

Stars within stars
Moon without earth...

Joy remembers the pain
When you walk...

Gold hands of kings
Bold hands of heroes...

Through the will of God
I surrender...

Today we built my kite
Launch it to the sky...

Who am I
this wounded earth...