When the stars go home at dawn
And the moon shuts up his shop
When hunting owls caught on the hop
Treeward on grey wings are borne
My romance is deep asleep
And I in dreams her company keep
Likewise when the sun’s abroad
And traffic roar invades the sky
We’ll be wandering, she and I,
The Kentish streets in sweet accord
For each other we adore
And could not love each other more
In thickest night or radiant sun
Asleep, awake, our hearts are one.
