In a flimsy wooden boat,

Fleeing from the Flood.

On the banks of the Somme

Knee-deep in mud.

Standing with Horatius

The Tiber red with blood.

Watching over the sheep

And eating figs from a tree;

Admiring the glistening stars

Sparkling on the waters of Galilee.

Wherever you are

Is where you shall find me.

Ten thousand lives

How many Earthly days?

How long this journey

Through the blackness of space?

But if we are lovers now

We were lovers always.