
In the song of farewell, what will you remember?
Will it be that sunny noon or the passing ember?
When you meet another fate, what will you remember?
Will it be the passing shot or the spark re- kindler?
When you wake to shining dreams, what will you remember?
Will it be the trees we climbed or the playful banter?
When you brave a stormy night, what will you remember?
Will it be the friends you made or the dreams afire?
When you lie in an aching shell, what will you remember?
Will it be the soothing brace or the hurt avenger?
In the times you test your strength, what will you remember?
Will it be that first reward or the blight December?
When you smile at a passing stranger, what will you remember?
Will it be the day we met or the moving ayre?
When you make a virgin promise, what will you remember?
Will it be the songs we shared or the thundering ardour?
When you make a new beginning, what will you remember?
Will it be the passions etched or the rousing chatter?
As your life flows out again, what will you remember?
Will it be the arduous climb or the restful slumber?
In the shining dawn time,
in the wakeful nights,
I will remember your face, and smile because you smiled.
