The Dark Night Of The Soul (Live From Palace Of Fine Arts, San Francisco/1994)

Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast

And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by the night and by the secret stair I quickly fled

The veil concealed my eyes while all within lay quiet as the dead

Oh night, thou was my guide

Oh night, more loving than the rising sun

Oh night, that joined the lover to the beloved one

Transforming each of them into the other

Upon that misty night in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight

Without a guide or light than that which burned so deeply in my heart

That fire t'was led me on and shone more bright than of the midday sun

To where he waited still it was a place where no one else could come

Oh night, though was my guide

Oh night, more loving than the rising sun

Oh night, that joined the lover to the beloved one

Transforming each of them into the other

Within my pounding heart which kept itself entirely for him

He fell into his sleep beneath the cedars all my love I gave

From o'er the fortress walls the wind would his hair against his brow

And with its smoothest hand caressed my every sense it would allow

Oh night, though was my guide

Oh night, more loving than the rising sun

Oh night, that joined the lover to the beloved one

Transforming each of them into the other

I lost myself to him and laid my face upon my lovers breast

And care and grief grew dim as the mornings' mist became the light

There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair

There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair

There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair