ya’aburnee

The eyes of love

Have hidden in the rain 

From mountaintop 

Down to the valley plain 

And still I search for you 

Oh my eyes of love

I search for you 

But the desert wind is in the way 

In the way 

The crown of love 

Is circled with thorns 

From this day on 

From the day I was born 

And still I reach for you 

Oh my crown of love, I reach for you 

But the thorns of thought are in the way 

In the way 

The robe of love 

So very hard to wear 

Oh the hands they rend 

Oh the eyes they tear 

And still I wear for you 

Oh the robe of love, I wear for you 

But the web of world is in the way 

In the way 

The cross of love 

So very hard to bear 

Oh the feet they slip 

Oh the hands they wear 

And still, I climb for you 

Oh the cross of love 

I climb for you 

But the stones of self are in the way 

In the way 

The veil of Teresa Is covered with tears 

From this day on 

Down through the years 

And still she weeps for you 

Oh the tears of love, she weeps for you 

But the shield of pride is in the way 

In the way 

The rose of love 

So very hard to find 

Where he first appears 

Then begins to hide 

And still I search for you 

Oh my lovely rose, how chains are lain 

But the walls of men are in the way 

In the way 

When you are gone 

I will cut her hair 

Oh the day we'll wear 

Oh the shroud of lamb 

And still I weep for you 

Oh my lord of love, I long for you 

But the rules of time are in the way 

In the way 

And though 

They'll dry His tears 

Oh these tears Of love