Where rivers are too deep
And mountains too high...
Where rain falls when you weep
And winds blow when you sigh

Where forests are too dark
And winter nights too cold...
Where, in a thousand sparks
Your flowers do unfold

They shine in grace and beauty
Just like as many stars
Embracing, waiting, waving
For them I'll come from far

I'll cross the rivers deep
And climb the mountains high
I'll kiss you in your sleep
No longer will you sigh

And to the darkest woods
My candle I shall bring
So where the cold night stood
My light for you will sing