The winter winds blew,
The twilight grew,
Soon it became a night,
In the street we found the knight,
A little lonely one.
So cold he shivered,
None about him bothered,
As we saw him cried,
For many against him lied,
So hopeless without a smile.
Life upside down turned,
In agony he mourned,
Himself pitied by his plight,
We left him looking so fright,
Yet none pitied him.
Down the street he moved,
Whom he had loved,
He hoped to find,
But as if he were blind,
Never did he find one.
The winds blew in his head,
Never did we take the lead,
To give him some joy,
Though a harmless boy,
Shall we watch him die.
So desperate he was,
A compensation he sought for his loss,
His sorrow appeared to never end,
No help to him we choose to lend,
Till he bowed with tears.
If pity we could have,
Let us give our love,
Wishing to see his smiles,
If his sorrows flies,
All he could say to us,
Be my loving angels,
The cry in a night,
The twilight of the knight.