Oh Lord, the church has become desolate.

Oh Lord, where are You?

1

The moon creeps up the treetops,

its light is beautiful, like my beloved.

My beloved, where are You?

Have You heard me weep?

Who else gives me love but You?

Who cares for me but You?

Who takes care of me but You?

Who cherishes my life but You?

Moon, soon return to the far side of heaven.

Don’t make my beloved worry. Please convey my thoughts.

Don’t forget to take my love with you.

2

Wild geese fly into the distance, two by two—

can they bring back news of my beloved?

Wild geese, lend me your wings,

that I may fly back to my warm home.

I’ll return the care my beloved has shown me,

and tell my beloved not to worry any longer.

I want to give You a favorable answer, and not spoil the price You have paid.

I want to grow up quickly

and cast off this drifting life of pain.

Oh my beloved, please wait for me.

I’ll fly away from the earthly prosperity.

I’ll return the care my beloved has shown me,

and tell my beloved not to worry any longer.

I want to give You a favorable answer, and not spoil the price You have paid,

and not spoil the price You have paid.

from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs