Season of mist down from on high Give me a glimpse of your glory Import to me a sign And I will go. You know how long I've waited In the twilight. At the first light snow will fall down I will awake to the sound Of your calling Darkly, a distant voice Barely there Yet I can hear no other I'll meet you there. Season of mist islands of grace Open your gates so I may cross over Darkly a distant voice barely there Yet I know I'll be going In the twilight.