The eyes of love are hidden in the rain from mountain top down to the valley plan
And still I search for you
My eyes of love I search for you
But the desert winter is in the way
In the way
The crown of love is circled with thorns
From this day on, from the day I was born
And still I reach for you
My crowd of love I reach for you
But the thorns are fatal in the way in the way, the way, the way
In the way
The robe of love so very hard to wear
All the hands they rent all the eyes they tear
And still I wear for you
The robe of love I wear for you
But the whap of world is in the way
In the way
The cross of love is very hard to bear, they feet their sleep, the hands they wear
And still I climb for you
The cross of love I climb for you
But the storms of self are in the way, in the way
In the way
The Valley of Teresa is covered with tears from this day on down through the years
And still she weeps for you
All the tears of love she weeps for you
But the shill of the pride is in the way, in the way
The rose of love, so very hard to find
When it first appears then begins to hide
And still I search for you
My lovely rose our cheer is on land
But the walls of men are in the way
In the way in the way
In the way
When you're gone I will cut the hair
On the day we'll wear of the shawl of land
And still I weep for you
My Lord of love I long for you
But the rules of time are in the way
In the way
In the way
And oh, then dry these tears, all these tear, these tears of love
