The eyes of love are hidden in the rain from mountain top down to the valley plane
And still I search for you
My eyes of love I search for you
But the desert wind is in the way
In the way
The crown of love is circled with thorns
From this day on, from the day I was born
And still I reach for you
My crown of love I reach for you
But the thorns of Fatar are in the way in the way
The robe of love so very hard to wear
All the hands they rent all the eyes they tear
And still I wear for you
The robe of love I wear for you
But the whap of world is in the way
The cross of love, so very hard to bear
They feet they sleep, the hands they wear
And still I climb for you
All across the love I climb for you
But the storms of self are in the way, in the way
The Valley of Teresa is covered with tears
From this day on down through the years
And still she weeps for you
All the tears of love she weeps for you
But the shield of the pride is in the way
The Rose of Love, so very hard to find
When it first appears then begins to hide
And still I search for you
My lovely rose our cheer is on land
But the walls of men are in the way
When you're gone I will cut the hair
All the day we'll wear the shawl of land
And still I weep for you
My Lord of Love I long for you
But the rules of time are in the way
And oh, will you dry these tears, all these tears, these tears of love
