Constancy

Grass grows over the shifting dunes.
Love can tame the most restless heart.
Stars outshine the changing moon.

The song you hear in the afternoon
from the golden throat of the meadowlark
where grass grows over the shifting dunes

is ever the same, unchanging tune
that he sings each day from dawn to dark
as stars outshine the changing moon.

The shuttle travels the width of the loom,
the weft lies down in the arms of the warp,
and grass grows over the shifting dunes.

Even the sun may stand still at noon.
Time may stop for a moment and start,
and stars outshine the changing moon.

Beloved, grant me that someday soon
You and I will never be apart.
Grass grows over the shifting dunes,
stars outshine the changing moon.