| Rain a plague of drowning days | 
| Grey and cold | 
| Time in time she went away | 
| Truth untold | 
| Down the road through the gate | 
| Here are flowers moss and stone | 
| Clear the path to the door | 
| The quiet house is now her own | 
| Safe the secrets that she knew | 
| Still we learned | 
| Hope just like a garden grew | 
| She returned | 
| Down the road through the gate | 
| Here are flowers moss and stone | 
| Clear the path to the door | 
| The quiet house is now her own | 
| Down the road through the gate | 
| Here are flowers moss and stone | 
| Clear the path to the door | 
| The quiet house is now her own | 
| Something is ending something beginning | 
| There in the dark of the woods | 
| Chasing light through the trees | 
| We ran as fast as we could | 
| 'Till she stopped suddenly | 
| Warm was her breath on my skin | 
| As she kissed me and cried | 
| Then she disappeared from within | 
| To a place she could hide | 
| Now there’s a hole in the night | 
| Where her light used to be | 
| So I light a candle and wait | 
| And I pray she is free | 
| She is free | 
| Down the road in the Quiet House | 
| Down the road in the Quiet House | 
| She is free | 
| Down the road in the Quiet House | 
| Down the road through the gate | 
| Here are flowers moss and stone | 
| Clear the path to the door | 
| The quiet house is now her own | 
| Down the road through the gate | 
| Here are flowers moss and stone | 
| Clear the path to the door | 
| The quiet house is now her own | 
| Down the road through the gate | 
| Here are flowers moss and stone | 
| Clear the path to the door | 
| The quiet house is now her own |