In the eyes of the moon I see you  The face that brought my soul joy  In the reflections of the sun I feel you  The cross that brought me hate and pain    To the other side of the river my soul yearns  I am dying to meet you again  To the ruins of what once was a church my soul yearns  I am dying to meet you face to face    I remember the swwetness of the nights  Only me and you and the starlit sky  Now I have swallowed too many goblets  Of the bitter wine of anger you made me to drink    On that night rain fell not  On that night winds blew not  In the thick hot air  One dozen... two dozen  Torches appeared out of the chanting darkness  Simple minds certain of their ways being the best    I recall the last time I saw you  Screaming for me on that torchlit hill  And I sure will never forget you  Not before my sword cuts off your crow