How long will my love reside behind a veil of words formed into song The veil seems so high it touches the sky When will my love come out to visit me in my garden The place of hope and dreams and soft caress Where two hold hands as grass and moss is crushed underfoot Where natures song plays its sweet sonata When will I hear my loves whispers Whispers that resonates in my soul like a big base drum That makes me dance like fawns in a trance When will my love..