If

If this were the last day of my life…
I’d spend it here, with you…

bathed in summer’s glory,
by river bank whose telling story
would speak of eon’s past
and more to come in eternal view…
if this were the last day of my life, my love,
I’d spend it here with you…

in whispered breeze, ‘neath summer’s trees
of cottonwood, aspen, yew…
midst calling thrush and black bird’s song,
cricket’s constant ratchet long…
if this were the last day of my life,
I’d spend it here with you, my wife…

‘neath summer sun and trembling hushes,
into your eyes I’d fall…
hold this bliss in true love’s kiss,
through waves of love in sudden rushes,
and to my God I’d call…
“This is my wife, my love, my life –
for her my heart beats true!”
If this were the last day of my life,
my love, I’d spend every moment,
every waking sound, with you…
my wife, my love, – with you!