As clouds that glow in the setting sun
As greening grass on a lazy hill
As the sound of a song to a lonely one
Or an answering call to the whip-poor-will
So is my love to me.
As fragrance to a wild pink rose
Or a mid-day rest on the river bank
Where the waters flow and the shadows lie
And the fronds of the ferns are tall and rank
So right is my love to me.
For wide and calm as the arching sky
And bright as the stars we trace
And high as the moon and deep as the sea
The feeling of joy, as I place
My hand in yours, my love.