I want to give you something, my love,
for we are drifting in different streams of the world.
Our lives will be carried apart and our love forgotten.
But I am not so foolish that I would hope to buy your heart with gifts.
Your life is young, your path is long, and you drink my love
one sip at a time and run away.
You have your play and your playmates, your [lofter ?] and your carefree ways.
You are like a river that runs swift with a song, breaking through all barriers.
I am the mountain, I stay and remember, and follow you with my love.