In the waking spring,
   Softly you would bring,
   Your eager dreams to my bed,
   All through the joys of summer,
   Love became the harvest,
   We would share . . .
  
   Beyond tomorrow,
   Like golden sunrise,
   Our love is the dawn of forever . . .
  
   Beyond tomorrow,
   The gift of lovers,
   Waits bright and free,
   For you and me,
   My love . . .
  
   When the birds have flown,
   And we stood alone,
   Against the chill of the sky,
   Slowly, the birth of courage,
   Brought us love we knew
   Would never die!