When the dew is falling,
And the lights are low,
I can hear you calling From the long ago.
Then my heart awakens From its slumberland;
Silently I answer, I know you understand.
When the morn is breaking On the purple hills,
I, my grief for saking, Feel sweet menory's thrills.
I can see your shadow Hovering near mine,
I can ber you breathing Words of love divine.