Gone

Dark the stars and dark the moon
Hush the night and the morning bloom
Tell the horses and beat on your drum:
Gone their master, gone their son

Dark the oceans, dark the sky
Hush the whales and the ocean tide
Tell the salt marsh and beat on your drum:
Gone their master, gone their son

Dark to light and light to dark
Three black carriages, three white carts.
What brings us together is what pulls us apart
Gone our brother, gone our heart

Hush the whales and the ocean tide
Tell the salt marsh and beat on your drum:
Gone their master, gone their son