Talk to me not now of the moon and stars.
Talk to me not of the trees and flowers.
Talk to me of you, your beauty, your charm,
Of the skies in your eyes, and the rivers.

But I tell you of the river that flows
From the mountain to the sea
And it wraps me in its beauty
Reflecting the sky and the clouds
In the rushing waters that laugh
And sing of love and sunshine
Even as Autumn chases it to the sea,
And I hear your voice in the song
Telling me of love and life
Begging me to linger a little longer.