This day is wistful my day in a beautiful way I long for someone I don't know February draught the pallid moon shone then shines now May I speak to your stone I feel home I never noticed how much I cried I never noticed might have been blind At Christmas time they sit on branches Relatives speak to themselves it still feels home This day always the same eternally living through The same old day a warm one I never noticed how much I cried I never noticed might have been blind This misty road leads to your quiet grave Eternally wandering through the azure haze February blows cold as she gazes at the full moon This mistly road led me to your quiet grave This day is wistful my day in a beautiful way I long for someone I don't know