As a brook serenades the pebbles
Dimpled sands are caressed by the sea
As the cooing of a gentle dove
So your love sings to me.
As a lark soars to the becoming sky
As the tendrils of ivy entwine
As dawn embraces the curtained night
Your love is seeking mine.
So till may it be eternally
When we have both reached that distant shore
Through mists of time you will call my name
And I will come once more.