Here bring your wounded heart

Here tell your anguish

Youth has no sorrow

But your love can remove.

A watcher is at the gate

An eager listener

Woods long forgotten

That may be exhumed.

Steadfastly keeping

You were so resolute

When my ideas are rushing pas mal

And your look does not bear a reproof

Your look does not bear a reproof.

Here bring your wounded heart

Here tell your anguish

Come my disconsolate

And be renewed.

Steadfastly keeping

You were so resolute

When my ideas are rushing pas mal

And your look does not bear a reproof

Your look does not bear a reproof

Your look does not bear a reproof.