When my search is fruitlessnAnd my spirit pines for restnSetting sun in frozen field,nAnswer me with silencennFill with light, my longing soulnAs the chill of winter growsnTell me what the wide moors knownAnswer me with silencennSay not your thoughtsnSay nothing at allnnYou, my love, who know me wellnTouch me where my true heart dwellsnWhere there are no words to saynAnswer me with silencennWhen my search is fruitlessnAnd my spirit pines for restnAll things I hold dearest,nAnswer me with silencennAnswer me with silence.