Though I, my love, must ever walk
With hesitance in paths of endless night,
Just call to me, my love,
Just call and your voice will be all my light!
Though I must grope within a vast
Foreboding gloom that threatens with distress,
Be near to me my love,
Be near and I shall know all your loveliness.
Though I am blind, my love,
I sense the radiance of your form
And realize symphonic dreams of you
My love, that gives my soul a thousand eyes,
Just call to me.