[the angel speaks]  "The wind is the carriage from which I arrive  And the storm's the road I travel  The frost on the window is my kiss  And the tears on your cheek is the wine they sip  You will never see again the ones you love  For I am your light and I am your darkness  This is your dream, this is your rapture  And bittersweet is this journey, this death"    [the old man]  I have seen your eyes shine before in this room   And through the years I cried the tears you sowed  You took from me my only love, my only care  And gave to me this empty shell, of empty days  I have waited for this night amid endless sorrow  Yet the agony of life is now too great a task  Though I dear your serene touch, I envy you  So let the trumpet blare the funeral march    [the mourners cry]  The dried flowers fill the room with the scent of death  On this night with the wind, may she carry you away  Your time is spent, the day is done, your struggle is gone  The rain is here, the time has come,  may you join your love beyond    [the old man]  I have seen your beauty among the hills  Among the graves that rest on pastures pure  With the fall of life I sought a god  Yet with this journey I found nothing...    [the mourners cry]  The dried flowers fill the room with the scent of death  On this night with the wind, may she carry you away  Your time is spent, the day is done, your struggle is gone  The rain is here, the time has come,  may you join your love beyond