What would I say to you my love
if I should chance to meet you yet again
in the summer rain
whilst I were walking in a field of flowers of the sun,
I’d try to find the words
to tell you how I’ve missed you,
how I have longed for you
down all these years in silence.
But you would know my heart
and how I’ve yearned and sorrowed
for your sweet face,
for your tender touch,
and how I’ve missed your eyes
those pools of silver light,
and for the bond I thought I’d lost forever.
Then you would speak to me
in the green blades of meadow grass,
in the flight of swallows
swooping on the soft still air,
and in the wind
singing in the tall proud trees,
and you would show me
how our love is not forever gone
and breathes its beauty
within the beating of my heart.
You would leave me then
and I would stand here in the summer rain
amongst the flowers of the sun,
and if we should ever chance to meet again my love
what would I say.