I will build a monastery
With my evening’s longings
In the single white cloud
Drifting down the valley
Between the high mountains
And pray
Alone in my monk’s tower
That you and I may see tomorrow
That other visitor from afar.
I will build a monastery
With my evening’s longings
In the single white cloud
Drifting down the valley
Between the high mountains
And pray
Alone in my monk’s tower
That you and I may see tomorrow
That other visitor from afar.
