[Intro — Opening guzheng motif returns, harp and dizi] [Verse 1 — Intimate soprano] The window opens easily; I had the swollen frame repaired. I take your coat down from its hook And fold it slowly on the chair. I keep the letters in a box, The walking stick beside the door. The cup you loved is chipped and blue; I use it when the rain comes through. [Pre-Chorus — Broad strings] I know the things I cannot mend. I know the hands that I can lend. [Chorus — Luminous soprano] A voice beyond the ruins, A song beyond the ache. I carry what you gave me In the life I choose to make. There is room for missing you And the mornings still to come. A voice beyond the ruins— Hear the woman I've become. [Verse 2 — Warm, flowing phrasing] I climbed the hill again in spring; The bench was dry beneath the trees. I took some bread, I took my time, And watched the swallows chase the breeze. I told you all the news from home, Then sat without a thing to say. The valley needed no reply. I stayed because I liked the day. [Chorus — Full orchestra and female harmonies] A voice beyond the ruins, A song beyond the ache. I carry what you gave me In the life I choose to make. There is room for missing you And the mornings still to come. A voice beyond the ruins— Hear the woman I've become. [Bridge — Quiet soprano, harp only] I used to ask the empty room How long I'd have to feel this way. Tonight some friends are coming round. I've set the cups out on a tray. [Extended Guitar Solo — Opening motif transformed, orchestra rising] [Final Chorus — Soaring soprano and female choir] A voice beyond the ruins, A song beyond the ache. I carry what you gave me In the life I choose to make. There is room for missing you And the mornings still to come. A voice beyond the ruins— Hear the woman I've become. [Outro — Solo harp; warm sustained soprano] Let the air come in. Let the evening begin. Someone's knocking at the door. I will let them in. Ah…
