I draw my name in the sand

And I'll teach you to brand

Your letters the same

Oh, how the time seems to waste

Tender words interlaced

With bitter regret

Just a turn of the page

Gentle sparks grow to flames, a summer sun, I burn

I know you'll be a while

All I can do is smile

And wait for the seasons to turn

Slumber on, seed of spring

You must never know a thing, my feather, what you'd learn

Would swing cycles apart

As the days slip away, they will each take a leaf of my heart

Though we come hand in hand, our due parting's so far from the start

I'll wait for you, dear, through the heat of July

Falling leaves of September and cold winter winds, with a sigh

Pass me by

Pass me by

I'll wait for you here over two hundred nights

And by the light of the moon, while the riverbed whispers and whines

Little lies

Little lies

I'll wait for you, dear, through the heat of July

Falling leaves of September and cold winter winds, with a sigh

Pass me by

Pass me by

I'll wait for you here over two hundred nights

And by the light of the moon, while the riverbed—