The moon-light it was dan-cing, on the waves out to the sea.
I heard your voice come call me, in a flame of smoky light
I will not fear, the thun-der as it rumbles
on the sand
A voice from down the ages, so haunting in its song.
For not my place to
won- der, as the sky does weep with tears.
In you there is no dark -ness, in the silver silence
here
I see the great clear Twi-light, and hold it in my hand
I feel your love be-side me, a flame that burns so bright.
A voice from down the ages, so haunting in its song.
Be-fore the ever-lasting,
you lift me in your arms.
A thousand years will pass here, a thousand stars will fly.
Then soft His thun-der mur- murs, a
flame of joy is mine.
(Ey shun a Hunna hunder) (is lom-sa lasha hasha)
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