Wait with me in the darkened meadow. Wait with me as the rain turns cold. There we'll stay as the thunder passes, never losing hold.
Wait with me on the shrouded mountain. Wait with me as the grey mist clears. There we'll stay as the pathway opens and takes away our fears.
I will wait with you, my darling. I will wait with you, my dear. I will wait with you, my angel, if you'll wait with me right here.
Oh, wait with me as the tide pulls stronger. Wait with me as the waves grow tall. Breezes blow and the water crashes, but we'll endure it all, because I will wait with you, my darling.
I will wait with you, my dear. I will wait with you, my angel, if you'll wait with me right here.
I will wait with you, my darling, if you'll wait with me, my dear. I will wait on the mountainside, the meadow wide, in the ocean tide, if you'll wait with me right here.
by Coleman Peterson