These woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.*

My woods are but a figure of speech.
Still, they are lovely, dark, and deep
And we have promises to keep.

The miles separate me from you.
Love and friendship stay through and through,
But a broken heart will stay true.

Your strong arms are wrapped around me,
Holding me close, helping me see.
We don't have to touch to feel.