The Dark Night Of The Soul

Loreena McKennitt

Upon a darkened night,
The flame of love was burning in my breast.
And by a lantern bright,
I fled my house while all in quiet rest.

Shrouded by the night,
And by the secret stair I quickly fled.
The veil concealed my eyes,
While all within lay quiet as the dead.

Oh night thou was my guide,
Oh night more loving than the rising sun,
Oh night that joined the lover
To the beloved one --
Transforming each of them into the other.

Upon that misty night
In secrecy, beyond such mortal sight.
Without a guide or light,
Than which burned so deeply in my heart.

That fire t'was led me on,
And shone more bright than of the midday sun.
To where he waited still,
It was a place where no one else could come.


* * * * *

Within my pounding heart,
Which kept itself entirely for him.
He fell into his sleep
Beneath the cedars all my love I gave.

And by the fortress walls,
The wind would brush his hair against his brow.
And with its smoothest hand,
Caressed my every sense it would allow.


I lost myself to him,
And laid my face upon my lovers breast.
And care and grief grew dim,
As in the morning's mist became the light.

There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair,
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair,
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair.

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