Letras
The eyes of love are hidden in the rain
From mountain top down to the valley plain
And still I search for you
Oh, my eyes of love, I search for you
But the desert wind 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
Oh, my crown of love, I reach for you
But the thorns of thought are in the way
In the way
In the way
The robe of love, so very hard to wear
Oh, the hands they rend, oh, the eyes they tear
And still I wear for you
Oh, the robe of love, I wear for you
But the web of world is in the way
In the way
The cross of love, so very hard to bear
Oh, the feet they sleep, oh, the hands they wear
And still I climb for you
Oh, the cross of love, I climb for you
But the stones of self are in the way
In the way
In the way
The veil of Teresa is covered with tears
From this day on down through the years
And still she weeps for you
Oh, the tears of love, she weeps for you
But the shield of pride is in the way
In the way
The rose of love, so very hard to find
Where he first appears, oh, then begins to hide
And still I search for you
Oh, my lovely rose of Jerusalem
But the walls of men are in the way
In the way
In the wayIn the way
When you are gone
The night will cut her hair
Oh, the day will wear
The shroud of Lent
And still, I weep for you
Oh, my Lord of love
I long for you
But the rules of time
Are in the way
In the way
In the way
And who will dry these tears
Oh, these tears of love?