Darrell scott　Oh sweet longing

I grieved for you in the hills of Sienna
I called out your name to the great North Sea
I reached for your hand in a snowfield near Gardner
My longing for you always brought me to me

Oh, sweet longing
I drink from a cup that will never be filled
Oh, sweet longing
I long for you now and I always will, always will

I live in the hope you stir up inside me
Filling my heart and filling my eyes
Like a river love flows to the valley below me
I stand on a mountain and hear my own cries