Horen

It was written in the stars,
what was written in the stars shall be.
It was written in the skies
That the heart and not the eyes shall see.

And so, whether it bring joy,
Whether it bring woe, it shall be done!
Now suddenly I know
You are the one.
Here, as in a daydream,
By my side you stand;
Here with my tomorrows in your hand.

It was written high above
That I have to have your love
Or I'll never be free.
And cloudy though the day be,
Crazy though I may be,
What the stars foretold shall be.

And so shall it be.