The wind one morning
carried Your voice to me;
but when I turned my head
it was gone.
Looking up one night
a sparkling Light caught my eye;
but when I turned my head
it was gone.
A fragrance on the breeze
enchanted both heart and mind;
but when I turned my head
it was gone.
Until at last
the thought came to me:
Why do I keep turning away?
carried Your voice to me;
but when I turned my head
it was gone.
Looking up one night
a sparkling Light caught my eye;
but when I turned my head
it was gone.
A fragrance on the breeze
enchanted both heart and mind;
but when I turned my head
it was gone.
Until at last
the thought came to me:
Why do I keep turning away?