Seven long years have gone by,
Scattered on the wind,
Fortunes made and squandered,
Ardour's beacon growing dim.
Seven long years have now past
Neither glimpse nor word
Of the j**el that vanished
Though the case lay undisturbed.
Seven long years have I spent
Trying to forget,
But no man can banish
Heaven he has sought and met.
Through the trials and the tears
Still I cannot learn,
Ever hopeless dreaming
Perhaps some day you will return.