There are streets where the stones
Are covering the bones
Of the people that once walked along

There are sea's washing sand
That used to be the land's
Of the nobles who were once so strong

A land where the sun has never shone
Has never looked down upon
The people there below
Living in the snow

There is fog all around
Crumbling the ground
In the churchyards, so white and so dark

There are children so young
That life has not begun
That are playing ice cold in the park

A land where the sun has never shone
Has never looked down upon
The people there below
Living in the snow

There are moons in the sky
Watching people cry
About love that was there but has gone

There are countries where happiness
Seems to belong
Where the sun has never shone.
