Burn my star don't fall so far

Shed your cold rays after all

Beyond the fence by the graveyard

A heart beats no more in these parts

Shine with august under rye’s sky

Fill the fields where silence lies

With crane's cries that never flew high

Trembling in sorrow they sigh

I lift my head a little higher

Beyond the grove and the hill

I hear a song from the choir

About my father's land so still

Golden autumn’s tale unfolds

Birch sap reduces in its hold

For those I loved and left cold

Leaves cry whispers of stories told

In the breeze I sense their plea

Ghostly fingers reaching for me

A lullaby from lands set free

Sings of memories like a sea

I lift my head a little higher

Beyond the grove and the hill

I hear a song from the choir

About my father's land so still

In the breeze I sense their plea

Ghostly fingers reaching for me

A lullaby from lands set free

Sings of memories like a sea