That I do love you darling so,
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
And lie at every eventide
By your side
All the fine fire sun sends down.
The leaving green, the heaving sea, the air
Cool as a dream of snow in Africa...
Twenty years ago – this very time
What stage you were, I don’t recall –
Cassie was on the way...