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We walked down to the river
My love alone and I
Where rushes rustled in the softest breeze
Which carried gossamer and wafted thistledown
But I had neither ear nor eye for these
For what I saw was sunlight dappling and dancing on her hair
And all I heard was the rustle of her gown.
We wandered by the river
My love alone and I
Where purple iris curtsied and the poppies nodded
Knowing her, seeing as we wandered slow, and aspen quivered, whispering soft her name.
But I had neither eye nor ear for these
For all I saw was where her footfalls brushed and crushed the grass
And what I heard was the softest song she sang
As through the dawn we came.
We sat there by the river
My love alone and I
Where dewdrops quivered with each a rainbow held within
And earliest honeybees searched amongst the wild rose' royal scent.
We parted by that river
My love alone now, and I called to a hateful foreign war -
A score of months gone by before I knew, or rather knew not
Why she had to die.
My dreams are of the river where
My love alone and I
Once walked in that spring dawning
And still for me the breezes bear the song she sang
Of wordless rose-remember'd love
Of endless skies
Which are the blue of her bright eyes.