I will cross each mountain and sea,
As long as you too try to get to me.
I will wait on each slope and shore,
As long as you too wait even more.
I will laugh while in the wind and tempest,
As long as you at least try and attempt it.
I hold out my hands
trying to warm them
on campfires long gone,
flames might as well have
been snow, I looked down
the slope of those days
when the hay needed cutting,
I had some things to say
but now they are forgotten.