When the dappled earth whitens,
And the owl calls no more
And all the hills are wet with dew
From summer's sizzling breath,
When Autumn meets the snow drifts
And the colored seasons drained
And the frosty air has nestled
Into nooks and niches,
Give ear towards the thrusting dawn
So I'll be clearly heard
Give ear towards chilled mountain tops
So you won't miss a word.
When the gold horizon blazes
And kisses the moon and sea
And the radiant hues of sunset
Bend the sky in two,
Give ear towards all seasons
Winter, Spring, or Summer falling
Give ear towards whatever
So you can hear my calling.
I'll walk out on the earth's edge,
And shout 'til time is still,
That I am folded in your love;
Unwrap me at your will.