Tides will ebb and they will flow But my love for you will only grow As steady as, as steady goes Nothing regarding you is faux If you went away with me I'd plan something for every day Most other folks would think these strange But I'm not like them anyway Abandoned houses, bridges too Old apple orchards long since bloomed Stately, still with dignity There's beauty in a tree deplumed I don't need fancy, posh hotels Let me sleep beneath the stars Time with you does not compel The nights are young, the days are ours I love you lots my little dove We'd fit together oh so well Sometimes the hand, sometimes the glove Stitched perfectly, no seam could tell