Answer me with silence

When my search is fruitless
And my spirit pines for rest
Setting sun a frozen field
Answer me with silence

Fill with light my longing soul
As the chill of winter grows
Tell me what the wide moors know
Answer me with silence

Say not your thoughts
Say nothing at all

You, my love, you know me well
Touch me where my true heart dwells
Where there are no words to say
Answer me with silence

When my search is fruitless
And my spirit pines for rest
All things I hold dearest
Answer me with silence