Grief Lyrics - Singles - Danse Macabre

If solitude follows grief 

This heart of mine a wilderness 

Splendid memories indeed hardly a relief 

What comfort offers a last caress? 

What comfort offers a last caress? 

No more flowers to pick in May 

Any words are all in vain 

No more flowers to pick in May 

Any words are all in vain 

Love is a gift from Heaven 

Lifts into grace our lowest desires 

Shared with angels By Gods given 

Like passion, a spark of immortal fire 

This heart of mine a wilderness 

This heart of mine a wilderness 

What comfort offers a last caress? 

What comfort offers a last caress? 

But beautiful poems do not cover pain 

In loss I cannot sense any splendour 

Comforting words are all in vain 

Yesterday's ghosts seem too tender 

Tragedy grand in a theatre play 

They claim sunshine to follow after rain 

But no more flowers to pick in May 

For death she is all the same 

What comfort offers a last caress? 

What comfort offers a last caress? 

No more flowers to pick in May 

Any words are all in vain 

No more flowers to pick in May 

Any words are all in vain