Bits of us lie everywhere around
They’ve dug us up, a hundred times or more.
To lay the new on fresh obliging ground
Where lilies fade, and mark the lonely spot.
But no one knew, how happy we were then
How we smiled, and held each other charm
But most of all, we listened to our minds.
The silence only made us more aware.
If I live again, I’ll search for you, one by one
Wherever you’ll be camped I’ll find you there.
Beside the fires on cold and winter nights
I’ll listen for the magic in the air.