When I leave you, do not shout and cry.
Remember ancient joy and sunlit lands
We must find a way to say, goodbye.
We need to part, to cut the strings that tie.
Never clutch me with your uncrossed hands
When I leave you, do not mope and cry.
It were easier had I not stopped by,
That I were injured by the molten ones
We must find a day to say, goodbye.
I have lost a sense of what is mine
For my wishes, you did countermand
When I leave you, speak and do not cry.
Intimacy has its many lies
Ambivalent, we crave to understand
I will distant be from your near sight
Drawn by dreams to seas and foreign lands
I am living ,so I make my plans
When I go, please do not shout and cry
Your vocation is not to be my spy.
How my heart sings 