Where is my love
In silence and shadow he lies
Under the April grey
Calm waste of the sky
And a bird above
In the darkness
Tender and clear
Keeps saying over and over
Love lies here
Not that he's dead
Only his soul has flown
Out of his last pure
Earthy mansion
And cries instead
In the darkness
Under and clear
Like the voice of a bird
In the leaves
Love lies here
