We have a secret, you and I,
That no one else shall know,

For who but I can see you lie,
Each night in fire glow

And who but I can reach my hand,
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you,
And touch your silken head,

And only I walk woodland paths,
And see ahead of me,
Your small form racing the wind,
So young again and free...

And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass...

And when I call, no one but I
can see the bending grass...