Surmise I from songs your eyes sing

Each time in the moonlight they meet mine

When gentle breeze caresses swing

They shine luminously, yes they shine.

Those healing eyes my yoke they take

Freeing from shackles of agony so deep

Caressed my tired soul, slowly awake

In your arms, listen, its blissful weep.

Listen I to the songs your eyes sing

Versed tenderly for my waiting ears,

Waiting for blossom, waiting for spring

Patiently each day, will wait for years.