Together

O, come, Love, let us take a walk, Down the Way-of-Life together; Storms may come, but what care we, If be fair or foul the weather. When the sky overhead is blue, Balmy, scented winds will after Us, adown the valley blow Haunting echoes of our laughter. When Life’s storms upon us beat Crushing us with fury, after All is done, there’ll ringing come Mocking echoes of our laughter. So we’ll walk the Way-of-Life, You and I, Love, both together, Storm or sunshine, happy we If be foul or fair the weather.