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 love's gone
And nothing left to warm me
Save for a voice on the travelling wind
And the glimpse of a face at morning