Darling, I wish you were here tonight, with me, to see the shining stars in the black sky. I wish you could hear my voice and see through my eyes.
I wish you knew how far I have been, how lonely the nights were. Oh, the fire is lightening at fireplace; I could see your face just like before.
I knew the sheer time and pure distance made this all luxury; well, when the music came up tonight, I wish you were here, with me, to hear the songs they sang. They sang about lost time and discarded fantasies in their life and what might have been; they sang of the people who loved them, betrayed them, embraced them; they sang of the hurt inside, hurt that was understood and sometimes forgiven.
I wish you were here, with me, to see the moon waxes and wanes; to see the changes of tide - ups and downs; to see the green leaves in the garden we have been and to hear this song we liked once more:
- Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
- She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
- She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
- But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree.
- In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
- And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
- She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
- But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
