Memories in an Alpine night

Its always the night alpine,
That thoughts are hard to define
That with a silent moon,
With darkness too soon,
That here upon, thoughts are lost,
Whatever they were for

The night alpine always,
Causes us to lose our way
Where eyes are made blind,
That the heart recalls that left behind
Where thoughts are lost,
As memories come forth

Nights alpine to nights alpine,
As we wander along to a plan divine
Things are either happy or sad,
But memories recalled are seldom glad

Nights alpine in plan divine,
As we wander along to a planned design
Things will pass of grief and delight,
All become memories in an alpine night

Memories in an alpine night