Though the wind blows cold outside my door,
It's warm beside the fire.
The kettle whistles cheerfully -
I have all that I require.
Yet my soul is ever longing
For a day so long ago,
When jonquils danced beneath the sun,
And he and I joined in the fun -
All part of springtime's show.
We walked along a country lane
And planned the years ahead.
All around the earth was blooming -
Winter's gloom had fled.
We were filled with hope and promise;
We had dragons yet to slay.
We knew that someday there would be
A spring our eyes would fail to see -
Yet it seemed so far away.
Now our country lane has vanished,
But just to mortal eyes.
Confused by time we fail to see
What is real and what's disguised.
Like a ghost ship ever sailing
With no respite from the sea,
The patterns that our lives have traced,
Are always there - can't be erased.
What was will ever be.
So in winter I remember
The sweet warm days now gone,
'Till the tulips bloom and nature smiles
To hear the robin's song.
Then the mist of time is lifted;
Life sparkles like a gem.
For now my love comes back to me
To await the time impatiently,
When I will go to him.