They say the day is shortest now
And the light shall return
They say the night is strongest
But soon the sun is reborn

Promises of the daybreak
Promises of the springtime
Shadows are to be exiled
Hope will prevail, they say

Trust in the ebbing darkness
Trust in the turning fortunes
Have faith in divine guidance
When all is gone

I thought I heard you
I thought that I heard you in my sleep
I thought I felt your touch
I thought that I felt you
In my dreams

I thought I heard your voice
As I stirred from my sleep
And for a fleeting moment
I thought you were here

Ever colder is this house
Ever colder the winter
Harrowing every morning
False is the light, I know

Left in the scalding yearning
Left in the shadow-life
No faith in the resurrection
When grave is sealed

The house awaits in the dark
No door for a friend
No door for a guest

For I have only two doors left in this house
One leading to soothing sleep
The other to death

I thought I heard you
I thought I felt your touch
I thought I heard you
I thought that I heard you in my sleep
I thought I felt your touch
I thought that I felt you
In my dreams