(Patrick Simmons) The days grow short, the nights are gone Since you were here, I can't go on I cried for you, to no avail Now my life runs cold when the night winds wail But I cheat the hangman, cheated him many times before The bell that tolls the hour has turned sweet lips to sour Yes, I cheat the hangman and even when life has flown away I leave a kiss behind The rain that fell upon my stone Like tears you cry I shared alone I walk the night, I cannot sleep The love you spend you cannot reap The glow of love will then shine Lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home Only lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home
