I walk behind those haggard trees    
And hear them coughing in the wind,    
Waiting for the storm to come,    
Waiting for that shadowed hand, all veiled in white,    
To touch my face tonight.    
Tonight the crowded clouds will wait    
And watch with me and hide the lights I long to see.    
And you will come, all thin and white,    
All veiled, and touch my face tonight.    
I feel your breath and feel you pass.    
Is that your hand or just the wind    
That winds my hair around my neck.    
Let me run!    
I can not stay to feel your touch.    
Tomorrow's morning means too much,    
When scarlet lightning strikes the hill.    
I'll run and find the city lights    
And cling to lamps that light the street,    
And wait for dawn to light the day.    
You can not dare to follow me,    
And come all shadowed, veiled in white,    
And touch my face    
When I am there    
Tonight.