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.