I walk o'er the playful sands
And yonder lies the sea
It is a world of joy and love
But it is not for me.

Not for me the setting sun
Or the breeze on a lively bay
The splashing song of the evening wave
Cannot touch me today.

No moonlit night can touch a heart
Shackled in thought such deep
What use to tell the tale of love
To a heart that cannot weep?

Darkness is an aweful thing
And that is all they teach
But what about the distant light
I know I'll never reach?

Give me hope O silent One
Say, "I'll come to thee"
Tell me what I mean to thee
And maybe I will weep
And maybe I will weep.