The cold night's face staring
While the pitch black moon struck
Under starlight quivering
All but out of luck
A blind weary traveler and his dying hope
Forsaken to walk alone
Every night he must cope
That he is on his own

But then a lovely sound, enchanting voice.
The maiden's song hovering
Feeling once more like a puppet toy
Dragged to follow and obey
His eyes can see
His legs may run
How could it be
Healed he was by her sun

He peers by the woods
Crying, thy saved me
She swept away unheard
Now why thou leave me
Asks a saddened traveler
Pursue I must, he claims
But all is lost, she had fled
On  his own again
His eyes may see
His legs may run
But his heart for ever gone