Woman, Tranquilly laboring at all love's cultivation I do believe I am fortunate to have met you
Woman, How ephemeral our grace is in these wind stricken plains But I do believe It is our fate to reside here Away from the mountains of youth and safety In a fragile meadow (We build our home)
Woman, I see you bloom in this sun that we have shaped I do believe You are my companion and lover
Through our rains and wintry phases I have come to love you for you
