How shall I count the days
Since this love hath bloomed
And watch the gentle moon
As it floats on past my room
As I doth behold
This tender rose display
The mem'ry of that moment
When thou hast past my way
Those swaying branches call to me
Each lonely dreary night
That I should rush to thy side
Before mornings light
Yet my mind doth warn me
That I should surely wait
To give my shadow time to heal
From this broken fate
Those lofty trees with barren leaves
Call on me now
And question if my love for thee
Is wrong for time somehow
Though summer comes all too late
For me to ever ride
Against the thunder wind that gales
This love cannot hide
So for now I must pause
To count the passing ways
That thy heart feels the same
And blossums another day