There will be a lovely quiet on our farm,
so hushed we will hear the grass growing
as we saunter down through the cornfield,
make love by the stream where the salmon leap.
Oh, we’ll be happy, the two of us,
shouldering home the silence in the evening sun.
The mad and lazy days will never end
and you and I will have such memories.
Somehow we’ll have outlived all the rest
and I shall be surrounded by the startling heat,
full of wonder as you in your print frock
are walking towards me infinitely.
