They pass me by in quiet talk

Hand in hand on a summer walk



They don't think they're overheard

But I hear their every word

She wants to know if he will love her

'til the day he dies

But how can he see the future

when he's looking in her eyes?



I was born in the spring of this year

Warmed by the sun and the wind

that brought me here



There's no expression on my face

And no footsteps leave my trace



They pass me by in quiet talk

Hand in hand on a summer walk...