When the trees mourn in black for a day long dead
Do I see you there, weeping for me?
Look away from shadows, to the moon on high
O I shall be nigh
Comforting thee.
When the wind stirs the reeds by the silent pool
Listen for me there whispering low
When the birds wheel and cry, as the sun goes down.
O I shall be nigh comfort your woe.
In the bowing of trees or the grace of a bird
In the tune on a lyre or a lute I'll be heard
In the earth in the spring in the flowers I shall sing
So I shall be nigh