Pale emerald tint of morn Growing blue in the hushed sky Why was I ever born? Why must I die? Thou that art so pure & fair, Sun that next must know. Tell me, why my fear & care? Say, why must I suffer so? Far, so fair, blue more & more, In the mount horizon deep. When have I known thee before? Why, looking on thee, do I weep? Far, oh pale to blue & light, Cross, pale tint, easy & fine. Why art thou my soul’s delight? Tell, oh, how, but I pine! [Outro] Far, so fair, blue more & more, In the mount horizon deep. When have I known thee before? Why, looking on thee, do I weep?
