Hasten unto me, I beg
Let your feet grow wings, and hasten unto me
Not yet, you say, for the nights are long and the days are short
And I fear where I will rest my head.
Hasten unto me, I beg, a ceaseless cry
Throughout the night.
Let your head rest next to mine,
Lay your weary burdens down and I will carry them.
Not yet, you say, for I have much to live and much to do
And I fear the end of days.
Hasten unto me, I cry, hasten unto me and do not delay.
Hasten unto me, for I fear I may die.
Not yet, you say, not yet, for the days are long and the nights are short
And hope of summer has grabbed my soul.
Hasten unto me, still I cry, hasten your hand into mine.
Hasten your steps next to mine.
Not yet, you say, I must find what is mine
And I cry out, hasten unto me for I am yours and you can never be mine.
Not yet, you say
And still I cry.