Sep 03, 2006 17:14
Silently into the night I go,
Into the fragrant night,
I know not where;
The path is strange - my weary steps are slow
I do not find you there.
I turn my gaze toward the morning sun
As from the east she comes thro’ the dark and the dew;
The flowers lift their heads - the night is gone
But where are you?
The countless weary steps I do not heed
Tho’ they be over land or boundless sea;
I care not where the road may lead
If I but come again at last to thee.
Silently into the night I go,
Into the starry night of heavenly blue;
What matters where the road may lead
If I but come again at last to you
Silently, silently I come to you