Can too much loving make us weep?
When we get more loving than we can keep?
I will be there, soon, love, I will be there, soon.
Great love means great worry.
Great fear means great hurry.
I will be there, soon, love, I will be there, soon.
Who will look at the moon alone
From the prison of their frozen throne?
I will be there, soon, love, I will be there, soon.
Love, that makes us love the same things,
Has lost a rose in Saturn’s rings.
I will be there, soon, love, I will be there, soon.
Sorrow, who wrote the poems of old,
Scorned the warrior, bedecked and bold.
I will be there, soon, love, I will be there, soon.
God, who sees all things slain,
Painted us from shadows small and vain.
I will be there, soon, love, I will be there, soon.
There is a path we are on,
But the path we are is gone.
I will be there, soon, love, I will be there, soon.
