Whither tonight the restless wind?
Whither the misty star?
Whither tonight the ice cold moon?
I wonder where they are.
Whither tonight the restless dream
Whither the misty tear?
Wither tonight the ice cold pain?
Praise God, they’re far from here!
The wind will blow back through again
The moon will shine somehow;
And I’ll once more know tears and pain
But not right here and now.
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