Dinah's song

When the trees mourn in black for a day long dead

Do I see you there, weeping for me?

Look away from shadows, to the moon on high

O I shall be nigh

Comforting thee.

When the wind stirs the reeds by the silent pool

Listen for me there whispering low

When the birds wheel and cry, as the sun goes down.

O I shall be nigh comfort your woe.

In the bowing of trees or the grace of a bird

In the tune on a lyre or a lute I'll be heard

In the earth in the spring in the flowers I shall sing

So I shall be nigh