My soul casts a shadow
The unquiet spirits of times gone and love lost
Sing mournfully under winter skies
The shades will never lay to rest
Their ghostly lament chills my heart

Icy black a river runs cold and deep
Carrying the driftwood of my thoughts
Beneath a canopy of weeping willows
An empty ferry a broken lantern
Lie forgotten off a crumbling jetty

Rime coats the leaves and branches
Like skeletal hands pointing the way home
The chill wind pulls me to the river
And I battle against it
Silently striding into my own shadow
In the light of the setting sun