The swallows clumsily gathered And under distant bridges swifted along The heavy bellied clouds Scudded overhead in the October glow Will you follow me there again tomorrow? To a secret place to meet Running back once again to The Wishing Seat And under the rhododendron Clinging to a root We steadied ourselves And leaning out on the ledge We looked out towards land's end and beyond Like so many before us and to follow A secret place to meet Running back once again To The Wishing Seat And opening my opinel And pledging all the hope A blade can conjure With both our names entwined I carved them into The Wishing Seat Will you follow me there again tomorrow? To a secret place to meet Running back once again to The Wishing Seat Like so many before us and to follow A secret place to meet Running back once again To The Wishing Seat