Ancient town de Moya Brennan

No place to hide dreams in crying faces
nowhere to turn to in ancient town
no names to follow, some empty station
no one remembers this ancient town
No trees to shelter, this night for sleeping
no love to silence in ancient town
no voice confesses, the heart is broken
no time tomorrow in ancient town

No street to find you, just falling circles
no way to answer for ancient town
no road to guide me, the signs aren't rhyming
no way to trouble this ancient town

Is there one bright star?