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.