Dried are her tears
These four years gone
An unmarked grave
The setting sun

Be still my dear
Don't cry, don't cry
For soon you will be at his side

Dark was the night
Its wings were red
Spread 'cross the sky
O'er thousands dead

Be still my dear
Don't cry, don't cry
For soon you will be at her side

Death is no man
Death is no wraith
Death is a bird
Flying

Death is no man
Death is not fate
Death is a bird
Flying
Flying
In that one night
Ten thousand gone
I walked with them
We sang this song

Be still my dear
Don't cry, don't cry
For soon you will be at her side

Dark was his face
Shrouded in cloth
And in his hand
He held a moth

He let it fly
And took my hand
Said would I take him home again

Be still my dear
Don't cry, don't cry
For soon you will be at her side

Death is no man
Death is no wraith
Death is a bird
Flying
Death is no man
Death is not fate
Death is a bird
Flying
Flying

We think of death unholy end
But I will take you home again

In the night you pray
In the night I fly
And sing to you
Death's lullaby