There is a crying in my heart
That never will be still
Like the voice of a lonely bird
Behind a starry hill

There is a crying in my heart
For what I may not know
An infinite crying of desire
Because my feet are slow

My feet are slow, my eyes are blind
My hands are weak to hold
It is the universe I seek
All life I would enfold

There is a crying in my heart
That never will be still
Like the voice of a lonely bird
Behind a starry hill