Save no tears when I depart
let flow a flood of a broken heart
The eve is long we may embrace
for many hours more.

Before we face the eventual
let us grow flowers with all the spoils,
smile,  like the sun to
bloom before the call.

Let us try to climb together that tower
we find so tall ,
reach the top and shed a shower,
let loose those cleansing drops.

Like we did in that field
underneath the weeping willow
making love in the sweet
spring rains.