Now, when I reach the flowered brook---the shaded spot where lovers go,
I'll sit beneath the apple tree and dream the dreams I've yet to know. 
I'll catch a raindrop from the sky and watch the passing butterfly.
While every moment bids adeau, I'll only wish to be with you.

The fleeting sun sets lower down with red and color's brilliant flow.
The clouds so white are lovely now---whose silver edges gently glow.
A flower sits and waits for me, and shows her color patiently.
Though all I see is naught for this, I dream my dream and only wish.

Evening's blanket covers me like mother's warmth in winter time.
The sky has come alive with stars. The sun, asleep, waits yet to shine.
For as the night falls, all is still; the birds, the trees, my thoughts, my will. 
And all this day I cannot see, the one who sits and waits for me.

Morning comes and sees the sun shine down and lift the mist and dew.
And all the while I look around yet never really seeing you.
But God is good and turns my head, I see the flower- big and blue.
And I'd have realized had I looked, this flower; I already knew.