When night is long, I rest below,
While shadows fill the room;
Yet near the break of day I rise
And softly cross the gloom.

The house is still, the world asleep,
The clocks make scarcely sound;
I climb the stairs to where you lie,
And peace is quickly found.

I slip beside your waiting warmth,
Your arm falls over me;
The dark that seemed so wide before
Feels small as it can be.

No grand embrace, no spoken vow,
No fanfare greets the day;
Just two old hearts that know the path
Love follows, come what may.

And there I rest till morning’s light
Steals through the curtain seam;
Within the shelter of your arms,
Half waking and half dream.

The dawn may call us both to rise,
To face the day anew;
Yet sweetest is that little hour
When I come back to you.