Where the blue sky meets the wave
Where the grey clouds caress the grave
Where the dawn wakes the wren
I’ll be there to meet you then.
In the old stone cottage we’ll stay
And in the cool dewy grass we’ll lay
We’ll look up at the skies
And then wave our good-byes
As I end my long extended stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem