My eyes are still trained on the sky Looking for word of you That is your manner of travel So there's nothing else to do You race along over fields and plains And I wait here on the ground Then you come to me in a moment In the absence of sound And I hardly know you But I've never seen A brilliancy beauty Like you in a dream And all of the untoward comes to knock at my door And the hardship of loss and of grief But still in all this quiet noise You are beyond belief