Some day Darling, when you're dead
With this wilting world you've wed
And all I have of you to keep.
God rest your blessed busy head.
Our words you tell, into my sleep,
Someday when your shadows flower
And petals blossom by the hour,
I'll take my day off to your grave
But only for a minute
And let the mighty winds devour
And give you one triumphant wave.
God knows that I still here you.
Darling, I still hear you laughing.
But only for a minute
And then you're gone a minute
And then you're long gone
Like the day from the moon.
Like the child from his high balloon.
Someday while my mouth's still warm
And everyone has been informed,
I'll think of what you said last May
To let them not be long for longed
But buried in some better way,
Along the Lake Superior shore.
God knows that I still hear you.
Darling, I still hear you singing,
But only for a minute
And then you're gone a minute
And then you're long gone
Like the day from the moon.
Like a child from his high balloon.
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