In the waking spring,
Softly you would bring,
Your eager dreams to my bed,
All through the joys of summer,
Love became the harvest,
We would share . . .
Beyond tomorrow,
Like golden sunrise,
Our love is the dawn of forever . . .Beyond tomorrow,
The gift of lovers,
Waits bright and free,
For you and me,
My love . . .
When the birds have flown,
And we stood alone,
Against the chill of the sky,
Slowly, the birth of courage,
Brought us love we knew
Would never die!