Into the Night
Silently into the night I go,
Into the fragrant night,
I know not where;
The path is strange-
My weary steps are slow-
I do not find you there.
I turn my gaze toward the morning sun
As from the east he comes thro' the dark and the dew;
The flowers lift their heads-the night is gone-
But where are you?
The countless weary steps I do not heed
Tho' they be over land or boundless sea;
I care not where the road may lead
If I but come again to thee.
Silently into the night I go,
Into the starry night of heavenly blue;
What matters where the road may lead
If I but come again at last to you!?
~Clara Edwards
Into the fragrant night,
I know not where;
The path is strange-
My weary steps are slow-
I do not find you there.
I turn my gaze toward the morning sun
As from the east he comes thro' the dark and the dew;
The flowers lift their heads-the night is gone-
But where are you?
The countless weary steps I do not heed
Tho' they be over land or boundless sea;
I care not where the road may lead
If I but come again to thee.
Silently into the night I go,
Into the starry night of heavenly blue;
What matters where the road may lead
If I but come again at last to you!?
~Clara Edwards
posted by dyingember at 11:38 PM
4 Comments:
I love this song. I'm singing it for Solo Contest. Who was the original composer? I can never remember his name...
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing. I posted a link to it from my Facebook page, and my grandmother, Verna Lee Hinegardner, who was poet laureate of Arkansas for 14 years, remarked on how much she enjoyed it.
do you know where I can get the music to this?
The author was Clara Edwards. (My grandmother).
John Rand
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