The lament of a maiden
Cried to the night sky
"Sweet lover,
I will pluck your heartstrings
And sing my call out to you
Hear that my heart is true:

May the mist carry
My words of love
Swiftly to you
On its vaporous hue
Causing it to arrive
With the morning dew

As I look out on my morn
My lonely heart is torn
If I could send you my arms
Across this large divide
I would embrace you
To be your guide

What starts as a mere mist
Will soon envelop you with
A thread-woven protective bag
Filled with this song.  So,
You can trace your way back
It is on its way to you

Let our love be the compass
That guides you home to me
Following the many lines
Of our love and life on our map
The lines of which can be seen
By only you and only me

Follow the line leads you straight
Across this distance home to me
Across these vast seas remember
Our life is more than a mist,
More than a mere song
Our love will continue on and on