Someday, darling, when you're dead
And with this wilting world you've wed
And all I have of you to keep
God rest your blessed busy head
Are words, you tell them to my sleep

Someday when your shadows flower
Then petals blossom by the hour
I'll take my day off to your grave
And let the mighty winds devour
And give you one triumphant wave

God knows that I still hear you
Darling, I still hear you laughing
But only for a minute
And then you're gone the minute
And then you're long gone
Like the day from the moon
Like the child from his high balloon

Someday while my mouth's still warm
And everyone has been informed
I'll think of what you said last May
To let them not be long forlorn
But buried in some better way
Along the Lake Superior shore
God knows that I still hear you
Darling, I still hear you singing
But only for a minute
And then you're gone the minute
And then you're long gone
Like the day from the moon
Like the child from his high balloon