Gently call at close of day. Come, my love, oh come and meet me Rise, oh rise, and come away. Winter's dark will soon be over And the rains are nearly done. Flowers bloom and trees are budding; Time for singing has begun. I have waited through the shadows For my Lord to call for me. Now the morning breaks eternal; In His light, His face I see. Now the morning breaks eternal And at last His face I see. When you see the fig tree budding, You will know the summer's near. When you hear the words Iv'e spoken, You will know my coming's near. Keep on listening my beloved, For my coming's very near.