From zenith down to nadir’s line,

The lazy sun begins decline.

Another fleeting moment’s gone,

The afternoon will soon move on.

A little later, soft and still,

The day will fade beyond the hill.

There’ll come a time — I cannot tell,

But then you’ll smile, and all is well.

Through endless nights, through rain or snow,

Your light will shine, and I will know.

While proudly rising, calm and clear,

The moon will sail across the sphere.

When twelve small moments roll away,

And flocks of birds drift far astray.

There’ll come a time — I cannot tell,

But then you’ll smile, and all is well.

Through endless nights, through rain or snow,

Your light will shine, and I will know.

Time may bend, the stars may fall,

Yet your smile will conquer all.

Cycles turn, the shadows fade,

But your light remains, unafraid.

There’ll come a time — I cannot tell,

But then you’ll smile, and all is well.

Through endless nights, through rain or snow,

Your light will shine, and I will know.

Time may bend, the stars may fall,

Yet your smile will conquer all.

Cycles turn, the shadows fade,

But your light remains, unafraid.

There’ll come a time — I cannot tell,

But then you’ll smile, and all is well.

Through endless nights, through rain or snow,

Your light will shine, and I will know.

And when the endless cycles end,

Your smile will rise, my timeless friend.

There’ll come a time — I cannot tell,

But then you’ll smile, and all is well.