Cross Roads

SUMMER SONG

     If I might go with my True Love,
        To some far, dream-swept land,
     I'd be content to sit all day
        Upon the silver sand,
     And watch the sea come creeping in,
        The sighing, singing sea—
     If I might go to some far land,
        And take True Love with me!

     If I could go with my True Love,
        To some far, lonely place;
     The world might well be lost, and I
        Could look upon Love's face.
     And wealth would seem a little thing,
        While happiness might be—
     If I could go to some far land,
        And take True Love with me.

     Ah, Love would smile, and ruffle up,
        The hair above my brow;
     And we would laugh at all that seems
        So very sober, now.
     And monkey-folk, and scarlet birds,
        Would peer from every tree,
     And try to understand the words
        My True Love said to me!

     If I might go with my True Love,
        To some far, dream-swept land;
     I would not miss the world, for I
        Could always touch Love's hand,
     And feel the magic of his lips—
        Oh, by the singing sea,
     And Eden-place would bloom a-new
        For my True Love and me!