Somewhere, my love,
there will be songs to sing
although the snow
covers the hope of spring
Somewhere a hill
blossoms in green and gold
and there are dreams
all that your heart can hold
Someday we'll meet again, my love
Someday whenever the spring breaks through
You'll come to me
out of the long ago,
warm as the wind,
soft as the kiss of snow
Till then, my sweet,
think of me now and then
God, speed my love
'til you are mine again
- Paul Francis Webster