so tell me, love, how do you feel
why do you wander, far and free,
why are you here, so far away
from home?
so tell me, love, is all this real
and are you truly there for me
will you be here to stay
or will you roam?
there’s echoes streaming
down the hill
there’s voices in
the clearing
for songs, they travel
where they will
they’re sometimes just
past hearing
so tell me, love, will nights be long
and full of worry, stress, and storm
a wilderness of sorrow, and
of doubt?
or tell me, love, will you be strong
and will love fold itself in warm
and shall, at last, tomorrow, we
find out?