What strange thing is this
That warmed my cold cold heart
That made man live and die and kiss
That intoxicate this love-lorn bard
I longed to see the morrow still yet darkI longed into the future peepI longed to know you, whom my heartDedicates now its every beat
O this peculiar feeling
That bid me now to live
That caused my songs to sing
And the morow you to kiss.
But who are you whom I longed to love?You, the dark morrow's lightYou whom my sanity serveWhom I love to love, a stranger despite
