The Dead Son Night

When I wake at seven in the morning
While the change is finding a way
When I look around, in the morning
While the change is fading away

Wanting to keep live and strong
Drawing all my paces to go
Lying on a blank line done
Waiting just to find a way
To my heart

Dead Son Night
Dead Son Night
Now, in the dark

Dead Son Night
Dead Son Night
Now, in the light
In the light