It Will Come - Mute Witnesses lyrics

Now evening Takes its hold Frost caressing the leaves Sound of morning far away Cold feelings And hard winds Leaving nature numb Autumn fills the air Mist swirling round Fondeling the ground A tree falls down No one is around Does it make a sound? The trees are silent, awaiting a response Will we let them be? At night they moan softly Crying out in wordless pain Relieved to be left alone Mist swirling round Fondeling the ground A tree falls down No one is around Does it makes a sound?