At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in your eye; And I think that if spirits can steal from the region of air To revisit past scenes of delight, you will come to me there And you'll tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky So I'll sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear When our voices commingling breathed like one on the ear; And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls I think, O my love! it's your voice from the Kingdom of Souls Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in your eye; And I think that if spirits can steal from the region of air To revisit past scenes of delight, you will come to me there And you'll tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky