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