I carried you all along Without, without, knowing your fragile soul without, without A dark winter came On a sunny day And it took away All your glow and vigour On a snowy hill By the old watermill I found your scattered shape Out of gold and silver With the patience of the old I reassambled this artwork of gold Every bit Every part Every fragment of this broken heart Every bit (you'll heal) Every part (you'll heal) Every fragment of this broken heart