I stand by the hill with the darkness around me,
The stars in their cold isolation above.
The wind softly stirs in the trees close behind me
Awakening thoughts of my own secret love.
My love, you're a dream for my heart alone knows you.
I've seen you and heard you and looked in your eyes
But you walk through the world as the love of another.
I watch you together and yearn as my secret love dies.
I stand by the hill in the pitiless daylight
The perfume of jasmine is rich in the air.
The sun scatters gold in the trees close behind me.
I wish that my own secret love could be here.
My love you're a dream for another love claims you.
I've seen you and heard you and thrilled to your voice
But your eyes and your voice are caressing another.
I watch you together and sigh but I've no other choice.
I'll stand by the hill as the years crowd around me,
The perfume of jasmine, the stars high above.
The voice of the wind in the trees close behind me
Will whisper the name of my own secret love.