You travel

The mornings are cooling

My love

The dew rising

The birds are calming

My dear

The morn darkening.

These days are winding

Back to cool

These times settling

Down to peace.

You travel now and

I'll miss your touch

Though you'll return

And share again

These times.

We'll share again

These times, these days,

These days of cool

Of golden sun

On clear sky

Morns.