Where is the friend I seek everywhere?
Dawn is the time
Of loneliness and care.
When twilight comes
I am still yearning.
Though my heart is burning,
I see His trace of glory and power
In an ear of grain
And the fragrance of flower
In every sigh
and breath of air
His love is there.
His voice whispers
In the summer breeze
Ingmar Bergman
Wild Strawberries