song lyrics

Where river's rush descends the hills,
There lies a blossom fair.
The whispering night, the calm and still
Of silence is in her stare.
And still these others pass her by,
Their words to which she speaks;
Though for my cause she may not sigh,
It is her I seek.

So when the evening's time is done
And darkness shrouded all,
Then go will I unto her home
And know my plight is small.
For, though we speak these weightless words
And subtly imply,
Her presence in my waking world
Does simplify my trials.