— song from the dream —
As the winter moon is shining bright
We are here again to share this night
When I sit and hold your tender palm
You may…— song from the dream —
As the winter moon is shining bright
We are here again to share this night
When I sit and hold your tender palm
You may ask from where my love has come
Oh, my darling girl, I now must say
That it was too long and grievous way
Through the endless years of fear and woe
From the things no soul but you will know
From the voices lost in wilderness
From the downfall and the great distress
From the sunset o\’er the ravaged land
From the chains of doom I could not rend
From the eye of God that sheds a tear
From the tunes that just the dying hear
From the cross that towers on the cape
In the gloom from which I can\’t escape
From the strains of grief above the lake
From the call to freedom none could take
From the silent forest\’s fading grace
From the days of joy I can\’t retrace
From the charming image I interred
From the feathers of the perished bird
From the brook that\’s frozen in the dell
From the temple with the soundless bell
Oh, my little girl, you are the one
Who can heal my essence dark and done
In this gentle night I feel you near
And my fiends of anguish disappear
I don\’t want to live without you, sweet
And your passion is my last retreat
If the dawn\’s light lead our love astray
Let our fleshless spirits rush away
