The blackest night must end in dawn, The sun dispel the dreamer’s fear. ||: When shall my soul’s bleak, hopeless pain Find solace in its darkening weyr? :||
Harper, your song has a sorrowful sound Though the tune was written as gay. ||: Your voice is sad, your hands are slow, And your eye meeting mine turns away. :||
Harper, tell me of the road That leads beyond this hold, That wends its way beyond the hill… Does it go further on until It ends in sunset’s gold?