Philip King - Three Songs of Memory - Echo - текст песни (слова)

Come to me in the silence of the night; 
 Come in the speaking silence of a dream; 
 Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright 
 As sunlight on a stream; 
 Come back in tears, 
 O memory, hope and love of finished years. 
 
 O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet, 
 Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, 
 Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet; 
 Where thirsting longing eyes 
 Watch the slow door 
 That opening, letting in, lets out no more. 
 
 Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live 
 My very life again though cold in death; 
 Come back to me in dreams, that I may give 
 Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: 
 Speak low, lean low, 
 As long ago, my love, how long ago.