In love, the hour of realization and reckoning during a 

period of silence and doubt.

(May 31, 2000. Ayers Cliff, Quebec)



I wake to the radio morning news

Just as the day is dawning

And I watch from the window while a passing cloud

Dulls the hopeful morning

And I wonder will the girl I love

Come back with the morning

But the omen crow at the waking hour

Has given me fair warning



And the heart that's breaking

Never makes a sound



She was once my heart's delight

My need and my desire

She was my day, she was my night

My water and my fire

And I was once the same to her

When we still walked together

But the heavy heart at the waking hour's

Expecting heavy weather



And the heart that's breaking

Never makes a sound



I know love

I've seen love's face

I understand its sorrow

For every love I've ever had

Has always met tomorrow

Though I am Wednesday's child of woe

I try not to be ungrateful

But I was born at midnight black

With a heart that can be hateful



And the heart that's breaking

Never makes a sound 

And the heart that's breaking

Never makes a sound

And the heart that's breaking

Never makes a sound