Meet me in our secret place,
A meeting we shall hold,
Of hearts and hands and lips and face
Until the day grows old.
Then steal away into a field
Underneath the stars
And contemplate our place on Earth
And E.T. life on Mars.
In the morn, at the rising sun
We'll stretch and rub our eyes
Then brace ourselves 'gainst the coming day
For life's next big surprise.