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 the glimpse of a face at morning