As the evening sun shines on the brook
and dappled shade grows darker still,
as birds return to hearth and home
I'll love you, as I always will.
As the summer air it ebbs and wanes
and the autumn shades draw near
though the coming frost may chill my bones,
with you I'll feel no fear.
As seasons pass my love will grow
both strong as oak and lily fair.
In peaceful summer evening hues
If you should search you'll find me there.