Come share with me the open road
and be my love, while love will last
and under heavens overcast
pedal our bicycles abroad
Come sail with me in the same boat
and, tied together to the mast,
head for the storm and leave the past
in some remote part of the coast
Come for a walk up the green hill
the rainiest weekend of October
to enjoy with me fog, hail or thunder
The two of us won't sit still
if you will let me be your lover
till death -or fate- put us asunder
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