I will always love you
And I will never leave,
But when I am gone,
Please do not grieve.
Although I was taken,
Too early and too soon,
I will be your summers day,
Like the one we had in June.

I will be that gentle breeze,
That caresses at your cheek,
And I will be that gentle rain,
That falls when you are weak,
And I will be that blooming bud,
That blossoms on the tree,
For I will be there with you,
Not just a memory.
So although I was taken,
Too early and too soon,
I will be there with you
On that summers day in June.

And I will be there with you,
As you walk among our dreams,
I will keep you together,
And hold you at the seams,
And when you are hurting,
Know that I am hurting too,
For I wish only happiness
And love to come to you.
I will be that sweeping hand
That moves upon the grain,
And I will be that distant wind
That calls out to your name.
So although I was taken,
Too early and too soon,
I will be beside you
On our summers day in June.