We walk along a winding trail,
Bounding to and fro,
We often wonder where we are,
And which direction we should go.

There are those times within each step,
When we find the compass true,
It’s then you’ll ask me where I’ve been,
And I’ll reply “my destination was always you.”

It will not matter what scene we set,
Whether mountain or open sea,
What will count is what we do when there,
When you’re sitting next to me.

Time will bend its will to loving hearts,
Cloudy skies will turn to blue,
For now I walk each step alone,
To the destination that is you.

No more empty vows to say,
No fears will dare enslave,
Two kindred souls born to walk the path,
That will always be unpaved.

So when the mountains hide the Sun,
As mountains often do,
No winter snows can dare keep me,
From the destination that is you.

When my final breath has gone,
And you sit with memories,
You’ll remember the moment that we met,
In the wild springtime breeze.

You’ll whisper words of kindred love,
Remember scenes of marigolds anew,
You’ll say to me, “wait patiently…
…my destination was always you.”