If you could sit with me
Beside the sea today,
and whisper with me the sweetest dreamings
o’er and o’er.
I think I should not find the clouds
so dim and gray,
And not so loud
the waves complaining at the shore.
If you could sit with me up on the shore today,
And hold my hand in yours as in the days of old.
I think I should not mind the chill baptismal spray,