I think of you, love
When the sun's glare
shines over the sea.
I think about you, love
when every moonbeam
gets painted on the springs.
I see you
when on far away streets
dust lifts
when on the narrow path
the wanderer shivers
in the deep night
in the deep night.
I feel you, love
when with a sharp sound
the waves move
in the quiet, dear woods
often listening there is*
I'm with you
even if you're far away
you're near me
even if you're far away
oh, if you'd be here
oh, if you'd be here