How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream. Memories I recall now and then. And with a rapture sweet my weary heart would beat. If I could hear my mother pray again.
When the night has come. And the land is dark. And the moon is the only. Light we see. No, I won't be afraid. No, no, no, no, I won't be afraid. . Just as long, just as long, as you.