I stalk the lonely streets at night,
Always silent, ever dreaming
Of the same haunting figure,
A figure of grace,
Brains and beauty,
Weakness and strength,
Night and day,
Nobles and commoners,
Fear and bravery,
A figure very desperate,
Always pleading
With eyes that probe your soul.
Unceasingly the figure roams my dreams,
So ever shall I haunt the lonely streets at night,
Always searching, ever dreaming.