A quiet night holding a watchman captive A love song waiting for a troubadour A profound silence pushed open the door A destined sound rustled the wind awake
Before he sang, who knew Before he prayed, who knew Before he loved, who knew Before he hoped, who knew
A soft sound emitted from hung stars A mellow baritone reverberated harmony A fragrant waterfall capturing a heartbeat A hidden splendor opened to one
Because he came, I saw Because he loved, I heard Because he hoped, I prayed Because he sang, I hoped
And who am I and who is he A troubadour's splendor song A watchman's open door A fragrance filled the universe
