Run down below
Wait to go
Our water's left

In watering
The time at all
Run down to you

The walks go on
And all is moved
And every trees make rows

We emulate
Refills our souls
Where we went on the saddest day

At least that means we'll wait again
They'll find us in the deepest wood
We'll leave a trail of where we sleep

The day before us
Leave again
Inside his body

We'll relate

Please tell her I'll come home

There has to be faraway, faraway arms
Please tell her I'll come home
To build that for the wandering, wandering gone

Please tell her I'll come home
There has to be faraway, faraway arms
Please tell her I'll come home

To build that with wandering, wandering gone
Rejoice, this love, this love, this love
That stay in your eyes

Blue bounty of breezes away