On a gentle summer afternoon

We were walking through the aspen by a quiet stream

All at once I saw a rainbow curling over you

And I felt as if I'd wandered into some old dream

You were dressed in golden armor

I was dressed in lace

Sunlight flashing on your shoulders

Sunbeams kissed my face

All at once I knew that you and I

Had been wandering the centuries as in a dance

And the sound of laughter floating through the aspen trees

Called me back to now and from that magic trance.



Now I wonder in my melancholy

Which of us will be the first to leave this time around

For it seems as if we're always parted

Just as soon as we're found

Oh, but not this time around

We'll stay around.







Words and music:  Kathy Mar



Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar