Season of mist down from on high
Give me a glimpse of your glory
Import to me a sign
And I will go
You know how long I've waited
In the twilight

At the first light snow will fall down
I will awake to the sound
Of your calling
Darkly, a distant voice
Barely there
Yet I can hear no other
I'll meet you there

Season of mist islands of grace
Open your gates so I may cross over
Darkly a distant voice barely there
Yet I know I'll be going
In the twilight