Tears by the firelight, he won't be home tonight The Royal order reached him now to fight for the land Eyes at the window-pane, staring through pouring rain All the room is cold and grey, the fire burns bright Every night there is no one beside She's counting the hours, the memories burn Day after day all her thoughts slip away She waits for the one to return Almost a year has gone, the battles are raging on She has got no sign of life, no news at all She wants to know his stand far in the foreign land For King and Country he has left, the King's sleeping tight Every night there is no one beside . . . Tears by the firelight, he won't be home tonight Sparks of hope begin to glow, the end of the war Church-bells proclaim the peace, they welcome the returnees "The victory is ours!" but she thinks, "What's mine?" Every night there is no one beside . . . Tears by the light, the fire burns down Words black as grave's ground, seals red as blood By the light, life's found an end The parchment is still in her hand.