When rainy nights are soft with tears
And Autumn leaves are falling
I hear his voice on tumbling waves
And no one there to hold me

At evening´s fall he watched me walk
His heart was mine
But my love was young and felt
The world was not cruel but kind

Where Lagan´s light fell on the hour
I saw him far below me
Just as the morning calmed the storm
With no one there to hold him

My loves have come, my loves have gone
And nothing´s left to warn me
Save for a voice on the traveling wind
And a glimpse of a face at morning