Yes, I will be your priest,
Build a holy fane in untrodden regions of my heart unclaimed,
And in the very midst of this quietness, imaginary sanctuary will I dress.
When the moonlight sleeps on the frosted hill I see your love come dance in the misty vale,
At your gentle pass I go remembering about the fragrant woods of every vanished spring.
Let me be your choir, let me be your own,
And you, the heart’s desire, fill my heart alone,
I search a dreamy night for my heart’s delight,
In faithfulness I stop to rest and light the light.
When the moonlight sleeps on the frosted hill I see your love come dance in the misty vale,
At your gentle pass I go remembering about the fragrant woods of every vanished spring.
My love says, “Rise, my love and come away, your home is in the moonlight, mine in another day,”
So I launch out on the tide across the unknown sea,
My love calls to me,
Calls to me,
Calls to me,
Calls to me,
I follow. (follow)
Yes, I will be your priest and build a holy fane in untrodden regions of my heart unclaimed,
And in the very midst of this quietness, imaginary sanctuary will I dress.
When the moonlight sleeps on the frosted hill see your love come dance in the misty vale,
At your gentle pass I go remembering about the fragrant woods of every vanished spring.
When the moonlight sleeps on the frosted hill,
When the moonlight sleeps on the frosted hill,
When the moonlight sleeps on the frosted hill.
