Over the hills I went one day,
Dreaming of myself and you.
And the springtime of years since first we met,
And all that we've been through.
May I not with delight still dream
Of the years of the summer and fall to be,
And the many, many verses still to be sung
In the ballad of you and me
Dreaming of myself and you.
And the springtime of years since first we met,
And all that we've been through.
May I not with delight still dream
Of the years of the summer and fall to be,
And the many, many verses still to be sung
In the ballad of you and me