I see him walking down this broad and open way:
Although it was a thousand years ago
I do not know —
But how I miss him now, this gray and fateful day.
There is a love lives on when all elsewise has gone;
Although the heart just sees what it will see,
Remains a part of all, this gray and listless dawn.
My friend, you too will live within
Without, and everywhere;
You’re walking on this road,
And into distant desert lands,
And you will never leave my soul,
You’ll never ever ever leave my soul.