Come May

september found me looking for love my feet still sore trying to find it
you call me from near and you call me afar said I’ll give all i have speak your
language
but I’ve never known this kindness before
love’s not a language I’ve learnt
so whisper to me in secrecy
tell me all that you know and I’ll believe
while all of these leaves start to fall in otemten
I’ll see them again in may while all of these leaves start to whither and to
die your love for me will always be alive
while all of these grasses whither to the ground they’ll find a way somehow
but your love for me will always stay it will never leave come what come may.
it will never leave come what come may