Often in the night, from this lonesome room,

I long to meet you,

To pierce the dark, dividing gloom,

And join myself to you.

Up in the morning, I am out on the road,

And I am searching for you,

Out on the highways, out on the cold,

I keep searching for you.

It is a hard road, even my friends do know,

The search has had no end,

I’m on the road again, and I am searching you,

And I am to my wits end.

Yet soon I hope, at the break of the day,

Or at the dead of night,

To meet where all is love by day,

And joy by night.

Then shall the secret of the heart,

That dares not enter into love,

But longs for love, yet fears hurt,

Be submerged in one long dive.

Then I shall have you by my side,

And feel that you are near,

Joined soul to soul, and hand to hand,

Short will that happy day appear.

Till then I keep myself for you,

And you keep yourself for me,

And to Him that loves us both,

That He may keep us pure.