If upon
A tomorrow fair
In your mirror
Fixing your hair
Early morning
Arrives free of cloud
The birdsong
A beautiful sound.
Think of me
Though I have gone
Yet still by your side
You are the one
And good times will
Return one day
Words to echo
Words that say.
See me in
The falling rain
In the gentle
Turning wave
Do not grieve
Nor to fear
A gentle whisper
To your ear.