Silently into the night I go,
Into the fragrant night,
I know not where;
The path is strange-
My weary steps are slow-
I do not find you there.

I turn my gaze toward the morning sun
As from the east he comes thro' the dark and the dew;
The flowers lift their heads-the night is gone-
But where are you?

The countless weary steps I do not heed
Tho' they be over land or boundless sea;
I care not where the road may lead
If I but come again to thee.

Silently into the night I go,
Into the starry night of heavenly blue;
What matters where the road may lead
If I but come again at last to you!