Just below the midnight black
Thy song of dreams I often lacked
And that deep grief within thy eye
Could not withhold my lone good-bye

Searching for your desperate, wanting heart,
'fore had I known Lonely fed our part
Admired thy meekness, He used thy weakness
Thy soul destroyed, His work complete
For thy friend, a bittersweet

Place thine head upon mine shoulder
For my soul is getting colder
Thy dignified, selfish sorrow
Hath made me gray
But I beseech thee be thy soul light and gay!

Do not abandon what thou desired
The only thing thou hast aspired
Just below the morning blue

Thy song of dreams at last I knew