A bleak night, a hallowed night Bathed in haunting silver light By the hanging moon over head in fullness Which shows the way for my feet through the wood That is empty in this season of deadness With the space between these barren trees Filled with sound of blowing winds That whip the leaves round me blinding Lifting by heart from listless binding As I walk this cold stark winter path To vainly search in hope of finding A permanent place to live and laugh