Wait for me

Wait for me
In the house on the hills
In rain or sun
Night or day
Wait for me

On the hills where the grass is always wet
The clouds always a gentle gray
The animals docile, never moving too fast

Wait for me in the winter
When the wind howls
The wooden walls of this old cabin shake
And the rain blinds the windows to all that is outside

Wait for me in the darkness
When the candles flicker
The sound of the distant tall trees flows through the air
And the night sky tells all the stories you need to hear

Wait for me In the summer
When the cabin is still
The air outside carries a soft warmth
When the days shimmer by and nothing seems to move

Wait for me there
In that cabin

Wait for me

Wait for me