I sit and wait for you inside the shade, And muse about the times we missed; a shame, But keep your coming to this place delayed.

I long for you, to hear you sing your trade, But worry not, for recess here is game; I sit and wait for you inside the shade.

The masses’ chants bespeak you need no blade, And mind that deer may run so you feel grame, But keep your coming to this place delayed.

Your speech, an air; your shifts, a serenade; Arrive and rob the lyrebirds of acclaim, I sit and wait for you inside the shade.

So many times I’ve seen the moon parade, I feel the end, my dance abreast this dame, But keep your coming to this place delayed.

I watch the trees cast shadows on the glade They creep to me; my body they reclaim. I sit and wait for you inside the shade, But keep your coming to this place delayed.