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