In the eyes of the moon I see you

The face that brought my soul joy

In the reflections of the sun I feel you

The cross that brought me hate and pain


To the other side of the river my soul yearns

I am dying to meet you again

To the ruins of what once was a church my soul yearns

I am dying to meet you face to face


I remember the swwetness of the nights

Only me and you and the starlit sky

Now I have swallowed too many goblets

Of the bitter wine of anger you made me to drink


On that night rain fell not

On that night winds blew not

In the thick hot air

One dozen...two dozen

Torches appeared out of the chanting darkness

Simple minds certain of their ways being the best


I recall the last time I saw you

Screaming for me on that torchlit hill

And I sure will never forget you

Not before my sword cuts off your crow