SUMMER SONG

If I might go with my True Love,

To some far, dream-swept land,

I'd be content to sit all day

Upon the silver sand,

And watch the sea come creeping in,

The sighing, singing sea —

If I might go to some far land,

And take True Love with me!

If I could go with my True Love,

To some far, lonely place;

The world might well be lost, and I

Could look upon Love's face.

And wealth would seem a little thing,

While happiness might be —

If I could go to some far land,

And take True Love with me.

Ah, Love would smile, and ruffle up,

The hair above my brow;

And we would laugh at all that seems

So very sober, now.

And monkey-folk, and scarlet birds,

Would peer from every tree,

And try to understand the words

My True Love said to me!

If I might go with my True Love,

To some far, dream-swept land;

I would not miss the world, for I

Could always touch Love's hand,

And feel the magic of his lips —

Oh, by the singing sea,

And Eden-place would bloom a-new

For my True Love and me!