Endless Circle

The tree we lay under
The thunder, the thunder
Of my heart, and your wonder
And our weeping...

Now we are old, we are worn, we are weary of sleeping;
There's an end to all sorrow, there must be an end to our weeping:
Come with me, run with me, find with me, laughing and leaping–

The tree we lay under,
The thunder, the thunder
Of my heart, and your wonder–
And our weeping.