The mist is coming
Through all the trees,
Seeping into,
Our comfort and peace.
Look outside
And see for yourself,
What I said
Is the truth itself.
To me it seems
It's always the same,
Always that 'something'
That causes our bane.
Years have gone by
In this mysterious way,
Always I try,
But it's hard to say.
Thro' all these trials
I've found but onething,
This mysterious mist
Will always cling.
It's in our surroundings,
It's in our homes,
It's in other people,
It's within our bones.
