The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one.
Yet the light of the bright world dies,
with the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one.
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one.
Yet the light of the bright world dies,
with the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one.
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.