[singer A] Whispers in the mist, a passed love's call, No answer does it expect. None to give. It calls a cautionary tune, a somber letting through, "Don't follow me too soon. For me, the gone, please live." [transition] [singer B] Dearest sprite, oh you of inf'nite spirit, bolster yourself for slumber. Your hours spent milling about this coil have lent you only so many smiles; curse the fates for what they make, atrophied your life at a golden age. [singer A] In the passing days of loss and futures now adrift, there comes sorrow's weight and twilight's pause at dark, the day brings an unending closure and remembrance with tomorrows approaching only shaded cold, lonely, dark. [instrumental] [singer B] In memory of a mother taken In memory of a mother taken In memory of a mother taken [singer A] Hope lay a distant light at the maw that swallowed joy and living, the labored betrayal of moving on, moving forward, grieving, the mourning's sun brings with it no solace or warming hue, when from the ash of passing love the mind is never-leaving. [singer B] However far you travel now, know we'll not forget you for a breath; but know in your absence we'll tarry on and smile at your rememberance. [melodic interlude] [singer A] whispers whispers whispers in the mist [singer B] In memory of a mother taken In memory of a mother taken In memory of a mother taken In memory of a mother taken
