Dark-eyed priest sitting in a wooden room Outside the window stares the yellow moon Reading letters by candlelight That plays upon the page, that plays upon his sight Blue-eyed sister's asleep downstairs In a rocking chair by the oil lamp's glare Sisters of mercy asked her to stay Said the young priest'd been looking lonesome these days Young boy confessed today I can't keep my head straight I'm tangled up with two ladies And I'm afraid these sins ain't gonna go away Move on, make amends You got a good heart And he sends him on his way Priest puts down his glasses Outside he sees the grass is Frozen under moonbeams The rocking chair, it ceased to creak And in the silence, someone began to speak The curtains were her evening dress The black breeze was her breath Goosebumps where her fingers left Their marks upon his chest Sister wakes up, goes upstairs Calls through the door, you alright in there? She waits but there's no answer She hears the footsteps of a dancer The sleeping of the wild swans Begins not with a song but a whisper