Vous Etes Mon Coure (You Are My Heart) (Gungor)

Where have you hidden yourself oh my beloved You fled having wounded I pursued but you had gone In search of you my darling I would scale the highest clouds Scour wooded valleys, roaring torrents whispering gales Vous etes mon coeur When you first regarded me Your eyes filled me with grace Thereby again my eyes Merited to adore you Vous etes mon coeur