One foot in front of the other.
Day follows night,
Seasons in a row like sugar, flour & salt.
I expect, when I close my eyes,
In the place where I close my eyes,
That I will wake up there, too,
There is a hand that means more to me
Than any other hand;
Eyes which are the eyes
Of the one I love.
Seasons, and accustomed ways--
All of these can and do run out.
Could I reach, or look,
And you not be there?
It had never come home to me before...
Is my love--
And is this poem--
Then they are plain,
When I use them to tell you that you are
Essential to me, and beloved
A little somethin' to go with. I don't know the singer's name, but the song is by Gordon Lightfoot.