Come walk with me in flowery vales,
'neath billowing clouds that float like sails
on ships, which plough the bright skylake,
leaving golden sunbeams in their wake.

Come hold my hand upon the heath,
in warm dry swirls of summer's breath,
which flutter flags and lift up kites
and cap the waves with bridesmaid's white.

Come stand with me when leaves turn bright
throughout each starlit crispy night.
Breathe moisty clouds of tender words
in love croon sounds, like roosting birds.