I was born
And the dark night descended
And I never would have known
How it would have ended
Had I not met you
In the long dark night
Had I not met you
In the dawning of light.
In the Dawning of Light
The Poetry of Spirituality
The Poetry of Spirituality
I was born
And the dark night descended
And I never would have known
How it would have ended
Had I not met you
In the long dark night
Had I not met you
In the dawning of light.
Flowering Poverello 