this silent land

today's the day that you slip away, it will be the last I know
the grass is green but it can't be seen for the freshly fallen snow
the trees are crying out for you, they reach out for your hand
& the swans they bravely fly away all through this silent land

oh I remember when we said that we always would be true
& how I'd wait at the garden gate & stay to hear from you
we lost the promises we made & all the things we planned
& the petals fell round the wishing wells all through this silent land

the devil must be in me now to make me feel this way
& the knives that wait at the garden gate are the ones you left for me
in the final moments now, I reach out for your hand
but there's no one left to see me go, all through this silent land