Give way to the light,

You glorious night,

And be gone from me,

All the sadness I see,

For there’s a glorious light,

That shines upon,

When darkness is gone.

I’ll but cherish the light,

Only in the presence of the dark,

So I’ll let come the night,

To better appreciate the light.

Concealing beauty in a vague and formeless manner,

Is what you do in my life,

Slaughtering my gladness with a knife,

Making me a wandering knight,

In pursuit of my happiness to liberate,

And no more become the bait

But it’s for a moment you are here,

Soon the light’s coming near,

Gladness is all I hear,

When darkness disappears.