Take my hand,
my love,
my dear,
and cry not this eve.

For through the fog,
I will take you,
take you by your hand,
and through the darkness lead.

The sun may set,
but light shall e’er shine,
the beacon of our love,
my heart you’ll receive.

So look to the sky,
beyond the eventide,
and wish ‘pon the twinkle of the stars,
for in the them you shall find,
a love that will ne’er leave.