My prayer for you
M. Brahe
Mist and the waking morn
Over the lea,
Light and the glowing sky,
Wind from the sea.
Dawn, and the radiant sun
Gilding the blue,
All my thoughts fly away,
Dearest, to you.
Night, and the setting sun,
Day dies away.
Dear, where I watch afar,
Softly 1 pray;
So while the silent moon
Sheds her calm light,
God will watch over you
All through the night.