When the hollow is alone
When dust to dust derives from bone
When sparrows sing familiar songs
I will love You then.
When willows weep openly
When long and lost finally meet
When being known is bittersweet
I will love You then
When greater fears are given life
When greater joy is birthed from strife
When a trusted tongue bares a lie
I will love You then
When tears and pain finally cease
When haste is called but listens least
When youthful hearts refuse to beat
I will love You then
When sleep comes to take away
When wearily the last pipers paid
When all that is promised is today
I will love You then
