And there she sat, in the cold of the night,

And wept the tears of a lover denied,

But still she waited on that lonely path,

With hope of her lover to come crying back,

And in the starlit night with not another soul in sight,

She finally saw the man she loved,

Yes, that shadow against the pale moonlight was surely his,

That firm tread could only be his,

Those warm brown eyes could only and only be his,

And then came the fulfillment to a heart denied love too long,

And such is the hope for which we lovers shall live.