Shapes and Shadows — Waiting

WAITING.

Come to the hills, the woods are green-- _The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_-- There is a brook that flows between Two mossy trees where we can meet, Where we can meet and speak unseen.

I hear you laughing in the lane-- _The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_-- The clover smells of sun and rain And spreads a carpet for our feet, Where we can sit and dream again.

Come to the woods, the dusk is here-- _The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_-- A bird upon the branches near Sets music to our hearts' glad beat, Our hearts that beat with something dear.

I hear your step; the lane is passed;-- _The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_-- The little stars come bright and fast, Like happy eyes to see us greet, To see us greet and kiss at last.