Follow the river into the hills,
Fly with the wild geese roaming,
Sail with the stars in deepest night,
On the songs birds sing at gloaming.
Without you, hushed the river’s words,
Empty the sky, the geese all flown,
The stars, bright baubles, coloured light,
Blackbird’s song grates, the roses blown.
So take my hand and never let go,
The hill path climbs where shadows stalk
Sing me your swansong in dusk’s dim light,
When it’s done, with heaven’s stars we’ll walk.