Hiding your eyes you were here for me I gladly fall for such colorful trickery as, beyond ice and night and misery and within it a warm hearted soul my only success is in pretence ! Hiding your eyes you were here for me My heart sees in the sky its own painted portrait How the storm has torn The grey mantle of heaven ! The wisps of cloud flutter about, jostling feebly I reckon this a morning to match my frame of mind ! There is nothing A friendly light dances in front of me There is nothing It is nothing but winter I follow it high and low I follow it As it lures the traveler onward Anybody as wretched as I My heart sees in the sky its own painted portrait