I am the night's sad song,
The echo of a soul,
That wanders on and on
Through the dark vale of dole.

No ray of sunlight gilds
My path of sorrow lone,
And on my brow the chill
Of death's white hand is shown.

No friend, no kindred heart
To cheer my lonely way,
No voice of love to start
The tears that dim my eye.

I hear no human voice,
I see no human face,
But only hear the noise
Of the wild wind's rushing pace.

I see no human form,
I breathe no human air,
But only feel the storm
That sweeps around me there.

I am the night's sad song,
The echo of a soul,
That wanders on and on
Through the dark vale of dole.