We escape to the forests on wild dewy days
A glimpse of light through the trees...and the haze....
The moisture contains such a sweet fragrant smell
And I listen while my lover says
"This is our home now, we'll live here alone
Just like lovers in stories of old...
We'll hunt for our food and I'll go and cut wood
For a fire when the days become cold..."

The summers' goodbye turns the leaves gold and dry
The sky purple, orange and blue
We sleep in a blanket of sin made from animal skin
We eat one guilty stew
The snow covers all that  surrounds us
And now we eat nuts and melt ice; but in sorrow
We made love one last time
And then we wrote this
For we know we won't 'be here' tomorrow