Tears Like Diamonds - The Sword, J. Robbins

Wait til the dawning of old Sirus

See the world as it was new

There is a mist upon the meadow

And the stirring souls are few

She hears the starlings cry at daybreak

And the tolling of the bells

She shivers in the chill of the morning air

Drawing water from her well

With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face

Hear the owls cry at midnight

And the towers tolling bells

There is a fog upon the forest

Where she’s been she’ll never tell

With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face

With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face

With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face

With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face

With tears like diamonds

With tears like diamonds upon her haggard face

With tears like diamonds