HERE TILL HERE IS THERE
(Robin Williamson)
The Incredible Stringband


where will you go 
when days grow short and winds grow cold 
and green leaves are shaken 
there was a road as once I saw 
wound with bright ivies and trumpeting haws 
of whitest sand embroidered with flowers 
that very few has taken 

where will you stay 
while rivers run and days eat days 
and white stars are pining 
in hopes more true in hearts more gay 
in love that is stronger and brighter than day 
in hands that heal in thoughts that play 
in all eyes shining 

Why do we talk of go and stay ? 
We will all be here till here is there !