After this day has darkened and and gone

And I wake to the rest of my life

I shall think of the times and the places we saw

When we were husband and wife.

And I know I shall visit those places we loved

And walk by the fields and the sea

Where you and I spent our happiest hours

And somehow you'll be there with me.

If I go through the woods to the top of a hill

Or run barefoot over the sand

I shall hear your voice in the wind, my love

And feel the touch of your hand.

And people who see me on my own

As they pass me on the track

Might wonder why, if I'm really alone,

I pause sometimes and look back

To where the roadside trees are blurred

By the early evening mist;

I'll be waiting for you to catch up, my love,

From where you've stopped to rest.

And though people will find many ways to be kind

They will never understand

How I hear your voice in the sigh of the wind

And feel the touch of your hand.