On you live inside the wind chime's tinkling song and
On you blow the leaves across the new green sapling trees and
On you live because the thunder flashes in the rain and
On you walk the sun squares aspread the hardwood and
On you ride atop falling white things in the black blanket sky and
On you go to count the crickets when they sing and
On you see the fat clouds blot shapes over the blue and
On you watch the cows chew their sour cud and
On you paddle underneath the little bridge and
On and
On and
On and
On, you go and
On, you've gone
And on, I'll stay and
On, I'll wait.