While spiders crawl and serpents slither,
The leaves will fall and branches wither.
While breezes blow and puddles ripple,
These hands do shake and legs do cripple.
The solemn choir of birds at dawn,
Is very seldom pondered on.
With sea and sky so vast and blue,
I think of times long passed with you.
If ever once you stray away,
Too far from comfort of the day,
And into long dark nights alone,
And far away from loves great throne,
Ill chase the echoes of your words,
Traverse the mountains streams and fjords,
Until In darkness I dwell too,
And light your world with my thoughts of you.
If etched engraving upon the oak,
Have turned to tales of love not spoke,
So be it then my love still stands,
To light your way in darkened lands.
And I my love will carry you,
In dreams and drinks and morning dew.