By the days

By the day so bright, by the night so dark,

I keep seeking eyes that leave their mark.

Through the summer, autumn, winter"s flame,

Still I wait for you, beloved, by your name.

2

Maybe he will ride to me, my dear,

On a steed with wings so white and clear.

Maybe he will come, so tired, delayed,

Silent wanderer, in shadows laid.

3

Maybe far away he makes his home,

Where my river"s spring begins to roam.

Maybe very near, yet out of sight,

Whom to ask, who"ll guide me right?

4

By the roadside, in the field so free,

Stands a maple, tall and proud to see.

Not like others, different, strong,

To the passers sings its song.

5

That old maple gives replies,

Prophecies and wise advice.

I will ask it, soft and low:

"Where"s my true betrothed, my own?"