Les Conchis

Joy burst forth like orange flowers

Set among the fields of gold,

All man's sere and lonely hours

Banished with the morning cold.

The sky was charged with heaven's light

Burning through a cloth of blue,

Still and fragrant was the night

And all my love surged out to you.

Now as I travel lone again

To walk in loveliness of hills

Where forests soar towards God's domain

And from the snow-topped heights there spills

The silence of eternity,

I am with you at Les Conchis.