The day is done
A heart starts fretting
For the loved one gone
one must yield
In this hopless
crimson field
Oh moon above
for this I plea
bring thee, my love,
home to me
on this weary road
Weeping sobbing
Bearing a heavy load
Awake, awake, my love, and see
The stars above shall give thee wings
To carry thee home, home to He,
He, the maker, creator of all things
Tears of laughter
Hear them from above
For this my happy ever after