Lonely path across the marshland (Marshland)
Leads to a forlorn grey lodge (Grey lodge)
Grey like the misery empty, abandoned
For the lone dweller is now gone
Ailment and poverty was her lot
Only guest ever the nightly
Frost that crept inside
Brief were the moments of bliss and gladness
For on this hoar peatland no joy will live
And bells, they toll in cold morning light
And bells, they toll in bleak morning light
Once there was a fleeting time
When sky was less dark for a while
And the one that she adored
Walked her across the churchyard
Flowers bloomed and bells, they tolled
Hopeful was the spring's tone
But on this barren marshland
No gladness will ever last
Here the nightly frost will
Creep inside the hearts
Here the brittle flowers will
Die before their time
And soon came the day when bells
They tolled again for her dearest one
Beneath the stones now lies
Under the churchyard sleeps
Under the churchyard sleeps
And bells, they toll (Bells, they toll)
In cold morning light
And bells, they toll (Bells, they toll)
In bleak morning light