The snow will kiss the ground
While we play by the Sound,
Chill winds stir my soul
As I stand watching this shoal;
Out yonder in the sea
They come to love me;
Hearing sounds, my  ghost
Longs to see his Host;
Under the sun
A girl fixes her hair into a bun,
Smiling as the winds blush
Telling children to hush
Before war finds them
And me it will condemn;
The army is my postal service
Sending to her my kiss.