Hand-in-hand, we'll walk this land,  
and turn our hearts to sun skimmed sand.  
You are my friend, let life begin,  
Think not of where the summer ends.  
And in these quilts the dreamers built,  
where darkened flowers never wilt;  
The tides will turn and take the pride;  
Replaced with love that stirs inside.  
We'll watch together, in the weather,  
the burning daylight sun, forever.