I come alone and to you, Lord, in sorrow
Thirsty for your refuge, I cannot breathe
I kneel among your stars and in the morrow
I have nothing more to offer but to leave

Deep calls to deep
Deep calls to deep, the silver waters flow
The silver waters flow
Winding through the gardens, damp with dew
Deep calls to deep Deep calls to deep
I have nowhere left to go
But to you, Lord, breathless, but to you