Wandering

 

I go a wandering in this fair glen

Till dawn of day is nigh.

When onest you come and see me there

I'll tarry in joy no more.

 

But ring the wondrous bells of love,

And hang the garlands fair,

And wait till dusk is round the bush,

And go to slumber there.

 

I'll drape the glory of tales untold

And plan the life of old,

Till all around the grapes of life

Will evermore unfold.

 

The stars will twinkle in their bed

And wind their joyful way,

And we shall twine among the leaves

Till God will find us there.

 

Then all the world will know our love,

And all the world will sing.

We'll dance the wondrous steps of life,

And capture everything.

 

Nancy Tate

1998