When rainy nights are soft with tears

And Autumn leaves are falling


I hear his voice on tumbling waves


And no one there to hold me




At evening's fall he watched me walk


His heart was mine

But my love was young and felt


The world was not cruel but kind




Where Lagan's light fell on the hour


I saw him far below me


Just as the morning calmed the storm

With no one there to hold him





My loves have come, my loves have gone

And nothing's left to warn me


Save for a voice on the traveling wind


And a glimpse of a face at morning