Say Not

[danse_de_soleil]

Say not to me thy sad words of farewell
Leave only sweetness, joy, and love behind
For what may come these days no man may tell
And thus shalt thou grant peace unto my mind
As such a time has come for you to go
And leave me here to hold this place for you,
In doing this there is one thing I know
We two shall never truly bid adieu
Until the time that we shall meet again
And your figure once more do I discern
My life will be mine own to live till then
Yet I shall wait here for thy sweet return
Sending all mine prayers afar to thee
So hurry home, beloved, back to me.