Slowly goes the train
Down where your memories lie
I'll be on my way
This is our last goodbye
Don't be fooled by the things you see
When you look through the eyes of sorrow
Love is a river that runs through thee
That is all you must understand

Quiet as the rain
Quiet as the winter's frost
Captured in a frame
All of your memories lost
Find the Cradle Tree
Born in a world of stone
Find the Cradle Tree
Branches will lead you home