it was late last night and all the band were sleeping it was late last night i was listening to to the generators humming to the tent zipping drunk quipping guy rope tripping and in the gathering dew i was lucid as a floodlight i was thinking of you but now i m back here before you you can see me shaking cos in that moment i knew i just knew i just knew i just knew forty seasons have flown since i first sat down beside you in a crowd on our own and how one person could thrill me occupy me and fulfill me i could never have known i could never have known how in the first of our autumns we d be falling so steeply we could share so completely how in the third of our summers when you first tried to leave me you could cut me so deeply i could never have known and on my wilderness journeys with your compass still in me all the shelters were empty through the longest of winters when i called you downriver but you gave me no answer and i feared for my mind until the first signs of springtime you were sick and i saw you and how much you d missed me now in our eleventh autumn you are blonde from the summer and i m back here before you and you see me shaking will you go with me my love from here together from this quiet rented house will you go with me my love to face together every rise and every slow decline will you go with me through dream and fantasy through the open fields and tangled valleys will you go with me through grief and ecstasy and every shade between the cold morning stars and the deep blue sea