The night has been overlong
And it's dawning; none too soon.
Before the morning can come
There should be a late night.
I can hear the fountain singing
On the wet stones...
In the peacefulness of my wilderness
It is dawning; none too soon!
Mists of the early morning,
They are water to me:
They are a mirror in which the soul
Sees itself,
As it runs
Across the garden.
I can hear the fountain singing
On the wet stones...
In the peacefulness of my wilderness
It is dawning; none too soon!
The night has been overlong,
(But) the dawn is right over there.
Before the morning can come
There should be a late night.
Mists of the early morning,
They are water to me:
They are a mirror in which the soul
Sees itself,
As it runs
Across the garden.
The night has been overlong
And it's dawning; none too soon.
Before the morning can come
There should be a late night.