Take my Hand, Dear
Take my hand, dear.
We will walk together,
just you and me,
through the dry weather.
Fall with its wind
we will see,
and the high sea,
the sand we will leave
with our prints,
we will catch
the sun as it burns before dark,
and watch the boat lights moving along,
hear the birds before sleep sing,
hidden in the trees, and dogs bark.
And we will walk together
through the beautiful trees.