When lovers meet again, 
Then obscure ways grow plain, 
Then crooked paths are straight 
and rough places smooth, 
Then weariness and weight 
Have wings as wide as love. 
For night is as the day; 
Love smiles love's tears away 
And all hard paths are smooth, 
When lovers meet again. 


When lovers kiss again 
The dry bough blossoms then; 
Then rolls away the stone; 
Earth's bitterness is balm; 
Light through the night is blown; 
Peace rocks the world in calm; 
And the ebbing tide is full: 
For two souls are one soul, 
And obscrue ways grow plain, 
When lovers meet again.