The only thing that's left for us is life upon a farm. This sunshine day in early May is drawing out the color That hides away all through the winter, earth makes us this offer. Everything the Spring will give me, I see it in your eyes. The petals on the golden tulips shine and then they die. And love is in the returning.
Love is in return.
On a walk with children through a forest wise old trees look down, And bless us with their mystery before we're back to town. Someday when we are old and gray we'll remember this moment, And ponder all the energies which lightened every movement. Willows sway, coyotes bay and fish flow fins behind them. We'll look back and feel the currents left so far behind us, oh.