Chorus
Eternity would soon be over
If I could spend it with my love.

Each day I spend, my love, without you,
Each long, long day is as a year,
Each smile I smile with arms about you,
When you are gone becomes a tear.

When Autumn brings her gentle breeze in,
I count each leaf when I'm alone,
But I count no leaf, I count no season,
When the lips I love are on my own.

So come my love, these arms are waiting,
To enfold my sole delight,
Send my joys all escalating,
And put these lonely hours to flight.