That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
Let the waving world of leaves
Chatter away at the ends of trees
Let moons turn gold, let come what please...
Stay with me in the race. I’m hanging in the saddle
Almost off. Reach now from your sure mount
And steady me. Seat assured...
