We have a secret, you and I,
that no one else shall know,

for who but I can see you lie,
each night in fire glow,

and who but I can reach my hand,
before we go to bed,
and feel the living warmth of you,
and touch your silken head.

And only I walk woodland paths,
and see ahead of me,
your form racing the wind,
so young again and free...

and only I can see you swim
in every brook I pass...

and when I call, no one but I
can see the bending grass...