The clouds’ large fall upon the land,
Your lips that drink from my cupped hand,
The bending trees, your eyes a-shine,
I love the wild when you are mine.
The wind blows fierce, we find a cave,
And sit and hear the strong storm rave;
There is no light, but we do shine
With kisses that are yours and mine.
The clouds now part, the sun lays near
His fingertip upon your ear.
I see the truth, I love its shine—
The day is you and day is mine!