The Young

How I would love to lie upon a high hill today and forget. Listen to trees on the may-time afternoon making conversation with the wind, lose my worries in the coughing of a brook, close my eyes beneath the sun's impact, and just forget

Oh, to be where a sky, and clouds, and God to make them turn, forget, and remember. Here lies love - lost in the brook's coughing, cowering beneath the sun's impact

The lizard lying in the noon-time sun surveys his domain from a red and lonely rock, I see also dragonflies on the milkweed, and gophers in the yellow grass. And the air is so warm and the sun is so high. I think it's about time the girl sitting on the porch, with the hair going down her back was told about love

I'll tell you what I'll give you - a warm back with a small hollow in it that you can lie next to at night, strong hands to touch you roughly, arms true to you, for a while! A world of sky, with shades to keep the sun out in the morning, hotel rooms high in old buildings, and kisses deep and warm, whenever you want them most, and body weight you won't forget. Daffodils in the spring if you like, and thin pussy willows, and a face that your love will make beautiful to see