远行的灵魂

[Intro] A book by fire, a fading light, A love remembered late at night. [Poem] When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; [Refrain] Pilgrim soul, remember me, By the firelight tenderly. Many loved the morning flame, One loved sorrow, age, and name. [Poem] And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. [Instrumental Interlude] [Bridge] Let the fire burn low, let the voice stay near, Let the old regret become clear. No sharp sorrow, no fading tone, Only love walking alone. [Final Refrain] Pilgrim soul, remember me, By the firelight tenderly. Many loved the morning flame, One loved sorrow, age, and name. [Outro] The stars grow quiet overhead, And love remembers what it said.