I walk along a flowing stream
...so small it has no name,
No footprints in the sand ahead
...and none from whence I came.
On distant hill the columbine,
...beneath the setting sun,
Many miles I've walked alone,
...soon will the day be done.
Up ahead a spreading oak
...lies just beyond the bend,
With weary legs I seek its shade,
...my journey will then end.
Beneath the boughs of beauteous tree
...she lies in peaceful sleep,
I placed her there so long ago,
...so God would ever keep.
I made a bed amongst the leaves,
...and lay her gently there,
Held her close in love's embrace,
...last touched her silken hair.
A nameless stream flows down the hill
...beside majestic tree,
Beneath its boughs we sleep tonight,
...for all eternity.