Chilly breeze, bulrushes sway,
Waited for you, will forever,
Find my footprints in the clay.
Autumn leaves, dull moody sky,
Lonesome daylight, fast escaping,
Tired of waiting? No, not I.
Howling wind, tormented trees,
Wildlife race in search of cover,
Still I wait, no wish to leave.
Bone cold body, stone cold feet,
Collar up against the tempest,
Head bent low in wait of thee.
Girl out late did not come home,
Last seen standing by the river,
Where she went, as yet unknown.
Lonely footsteps in the clay.
I’ll be here again tomorrow,
Thirty years now to the day.