Текст песни Hear the Voice of My Beloved - Cynthia Clawson

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.