I sent a sigh to seek thee out Deep wrought in pain Winged like an arrow but my scout Returned in vain Oh wither art thou fled Where is my God what hidden place Conceals thee still What cover dare eclipse thy face Is it thy will Oh wither art thou fled Where, oh where has my Lord gone Where, oh where is my Lord hid Silence is a maddening response And I am desolate Yet can I mark how stars above Simper and shine As having keys unto thy love While poor I pine Oh wither art thou fled Mmmm Where, oh where has my Lord gone Where, oh where is my Lord hid This silence is a maddening response I am desolate Where, oh where has my Lord gone Tell me where, oh where is my Lord hid This silence is a maddening response And I am desolate Oooh-oooh-oooh Oooh, oooh-oooh-oooh Oooh, oooh, oooh