Once, as my heart remembers,
All the stars were falling embers.
Once, when night seemed forever
I was with you.

Once, in the care of morning
In the air was all belonging.
Once, when that day was dawning.
I was with you.

How far we are from morning.
How far we are
And the stars shining through the darkness,
Falling in the air.

Once, as the night was leaving
Into us our dreams were weaving.
Once, all dreams were worth keeping.
I was with you.

Once, when our hearts were singing,
I was with you.

"Fallen Embers" -Enya

The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; 
It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, 
But at every gust more dead leaves fall, 
   And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold and dark and dreary; 
It rains and the wind is never weary; 
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, 
And youth’s fond hopes fall thick in the blast, 
   And my life is dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; 
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; 
Thy fate is the common fate of all, 
Into each life some rain must fall, 
   Some days must be dark and dreary.