They say the day is shortest now And the light shall return They say the night is strongest But soon the Sun is reborn Promises of the daybreak Promises of the springtime Shadows are to be exiled Hope will prevail, they say Trust in the ebbing darkness Trust in the turning fortunes Have faith in divine guidance When all is gone I thought I heard you I thought that I heard you in my sleep I thought I felt your touch I thought that I felt you In my dreams I thought I heard your voice As I stirred from my sleep And for a fleeting moment I thought you were here Ever colder is this house Ever colder the winter Harrowing every morning False is the light, I know Left in the scalding yearning Left in the shadow-life No faith in the resurrection When grave is sealed I thought I heard you I thought that I heard you in my sleep I thought I felt your touch I thought that I felt you In my dreams The house awaits in the dark No door for a friend No door for a guest For I have only two doors left in this house One leading to soothing sleep The other to death I thought I heard you I thought I felt your touch I thought I heard you I thought that I heard you in my sleep I thought I felt your touch I thought that I felt you In my dreams