Hour after hour, giant steel arms
Spinning the loom without truce
Join the wool and they back to start
In exchange for a few crumbs
I am locked into the dark
Silent are the nights
Men lose hope and remain blind
Where did my freedom die?
♪
After the day, the lights go out
And overnight I look forward
To seeing the starlight up in the sky
Shining like pale fireflies
Pleased to know that they are still alive
Silent are the nights
Men lose hope and remain blind
Where did my freedom die?
♪
Silent are the nights
Men lose hope and remain blind
Where did my freedom die?
♪
Smoke through the lights
Darkness in their eyes
Where did my freedom die?
My voice rises like a cry
And the pain calms me down
Night after night my voice
Singing, crying, screaming on the streets
Fly through the town
Winds from the north, take me now
And into her song came crying her yearning for home
And for the sound of the shout of the North Wind
Masterful and proud, with his lovely lady the Snow
And she sang of tales that the rushes murmured to one another
And over the crowded streets her song went crying away
The song of waste places and of wild free lands
Full of wonder and magic
At this moment Signor Thompsoni
The well-known English tenor
Happened to go by with a friend
They stopped and listened
'There has been nothing like this in Europe in my time'
So a change came into the life of Mary Jane
People were written to
And finally it was arranged that she should take
A leading part in the Covent Garden Opera