Huub de Lange - Angel of the Night - текст песни (слова)

I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
 That Nature's ancient power was lost:
 The streets were black with smoke and frost,
 They chatter'd trifles at the door:
 
 I wander'd from the noisy town,
 I found a wood with thorny boughs:
 I took the thorns to bind my brows,
 I wore them like a civic crown:
 
 I met with scoffs, I met with scorns
 From youth and babe and hoary hairs:
 They call'd me in the public squares
 The fool that wears a crown of thorns:
 
 They call'd me fool, they call'd me child:
 I found an Angel of the night;
 The voice was low, the look was bright:
 He look'd upon my crown and smiled:
 
 He reach'd the glory of a hand,
 That seem'd to touch it into leaf:
 The voice was not the voice of grief,
 The words were hard to understand.