歌词
If I had a daily bliss
A somewhat cheerful view
A silent grace I could perceive
To grow as I pursued
Then when, around midnight
Instead of wasted from my sight;
Loaded beyond the utmost space
I'd have one average night
I measure every I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if their grief weighs like mine
Or has an easier size
I wonder if, when these years have piled
If the pain will still be as real
The early hurt, such a lapse
A lifetime of grief bereaved of appeal
Will I just go on aching?
Through centuries above
Exposed by god to a larger pain
By contrast with the promise of love
They say heaven is packed and that's where we go
But I've got one hell of a surprise
Your death is but one and came but once
And only nailed your eyes
And though I may not guess the right kind
Correctly, yet to me
And the piercing comfort it creates;
Passing portions of fiery glee
The denotes of the fashions of the cross
Of those that stand alone
Still fascinated to presume
That some has a view like my own