The Faithful Lover

I hesitate to write about the spring

There's a fear with all that loveliness

The wilderness I feel in everything

Though not alone, I think of loneliness

Oh, do not count on me for anything

Although I love you as I do the spring

Of God's late isolation in the sky

Of wisdom turned dispear, not happiness

While we are together, you and I

Abandone promises of future bliss

Oh, do not count on me for anything

Although I love you as I do the spring

But love me with the truth now in your eye

Regard the early falling leaf a kiss

Regard fidelity, a passing thing

It gives me courage when I tell you this

Oh, do not count on me for anything

Although I love you as I do the spring

Oh, do not count on me for anything

Although I love you as I do the spring