WHEN I am glad I need your eyes br To be the stars of Paradise; br Your lips to be the seal of all br The joy life grants, and dreams recall; br Your hand, to lie my hands between br What time we walk the garden green. br br But most in grief I need your face br To lean to mine in the desert place; br Your lips to mock the evil years, br To sweeten me my cup of tears, br Your eyes to shine, in cloud's despite, br Your hands to hold mine through the night.