It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright, yet I am I, who long to be lost as a light is lost in light.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.