Lover of My Soul

I'm walking through Your garden, where are you my Bridegroom? I've been waiting for you to say: Rise up my love, my fair one and come away! My heart yearns for Him and I've filled my lamp with oil I just want to hear Your voice, the voice of my Beloved Warrior Behold He comes daughters of Zion Leaping upon the mountains of Jerusalem The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines tender grapes And I'm waiting for You to say: Rise up my love, my fair one and come away! I will rise up now, and go about the city I will seek the One I love Who is coming out of the wilderness? Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense Horsemen follow my Bridegroom's white horse All His warriors hold their swords, behold He is coming Horsemen and my Bridegroom's white horse All His warriors hold their swords, behold He comes Lover of my Soul, how I love You Lover of my Soul, how I long for You To see the brightness of Your face And embraced by Your grace You will take me by my hand We'll dance