Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me
Where all the pages are my days, and all my lights grow old
I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung
In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me
When there was no strings to play, you played to me