While all of heaven awakens Let the future hurry slow Let you be alternate love Let you be the stars above Say how much more Sweet blooms have masked Before I go to hollow? So is it not heaven itself? My love it has to follow For what I care You are my all My sense or voices mark Look in your glass And tell the face That you know that it wont last Say how much more Sweet blooms have masked Before I go to hollow? So is it not heaven itself? My love it has to follow Of my heart Of my heart Of my heart Wherethrough the sun Wherethrough the sun Wherethrough the sun Be weeps myself at the break of dawn