Walk slower, my Darling,
or thou shalt never see,
the grace of dewdrops wet
that sleep on myrtle leaves.
Or hear the birds' duet;
the songs of honey bees,
Walk slower, my Darling,
Or thou shalt never see.
Walk slower, my Darling,
bathe in the sunset's rain,
Drink in the blue sky's tears
that doth not feel the pain.
Have thou no dreadful fear
of the untraveled lane;
Walk slower, my Darling,
Or never see again.
