The daily search of one soul for the place in which it once lived,
and for which it continually pines.
Light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone.
The birds have sung their last,
The bells call all to mass.
Sit here by my side,
For the night is very long -
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along.
I joined the brotherhood,
My books were all to me;
I scribed the words of God
And much of history...
Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea;
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory.
I'd hear the ocean breathe,
Exhale upon the shore.
I knew the tempest's blood -
Its wrath I would endure.
And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell.
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well.
And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani.
And many a year it took
Till I arrived here with thee.
On dusty roads I walked
And over mountains high,
Through rivers running deep,
Beneath the endless sky.
Beneath these jasmine flowers,
Amidst these cypress trees,
I give you now my books
And all their mysteries.
Now take the hourglass
And turn it on its head.
For when the sands are still -
'Tis then you'll find me dead...
Light the candle John,
The daylight is almost gone.
The birds have sung their last,
The bells call all to mass.
When certain people question your character, don't respond by doubting theirs. Madeleine Delbrel |