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