Lady of Tears

A statue of grey cold stone Standing resolute in a garden of young lovers Strolling arm in arm as young lovers do She is the Lady of Tears from a place called Yesterday As lovers stroll among the springtime lilies Gazing up to a weathered bust They think only of future loves New songs and new hopes No time for Yesterday In the silence of the night It is said the Lady of Tears can be heard Singing sadly of her longings Her lover is buried underneath, as she whispers Yesterday Who of you would ever guess? A lady built of weathered stone Had a heart so warm and sweet Her life a fairy tale fable An angel of yesterday If I could caress her face In the night, her tears I would sweep Away from the miseries long since dead I had a dream, we embraced forever I whom lies beneath, in yesterday’s tomb A lonely white dove makes her nest In the arms of this statue The doves knows behind the bleakness of grey Is the Lady of Tears Guarding her lover buried underneath Tall and proud, a Nordic beauty cast in stone All around, they do not see As birds and flowers sing of our song We are together at last Yesterday no more