In the evening, in the wintertime,
Weather falling only in my mind.
Still, I can find you sitting, rocking
By a fireplace. Such a smiling
Rests upon your face and not a trace of tear.
Silent crackle and a warming roar,
Your hand touches mine, but it wants much more.
And I can see the powers that be have let you know me.

In the morning, on a summer’s day,
Barefoot wonder seems so far away,
But I can dream us there.
Running, laughing near the waterside.
Dancing, turning, with the birds we glide.
As your eyes burn through mine,
I see you’ve come to know me.

But it’s autumn now, and the sky is grey.
Geese are flocking to a warmer day,
And still I see the powers that be
Have let you know me.
You’ve come to know me.
Autumn, 1980