Here Till Here Is There

Here Till Here Is There

where will you go

when days grow short and winds grow cold

and green leaves are shaken

there was a road as once I saw

wound with bright ivies and trumpeting haws

of whitest sand embroidered with flowers

that very few had taken

where will you go

while rivers run and days eat days

and white stars are pining

in hopes more true in hearts more gay

in love that is stronger and brighter that day

in hands that heal in thoughts that play

in all eyes shining

why do we talk of go and stay?

we will all be here til here is there