I think, no matter where you stray That I shall go with you a way Though you may wander sweeter lands You will not soon forget my hands Nor yet the way I held my head Nor all the tremulous things I said You still will see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again I think, no matter where you be You'll hold me in your memory And keep my image, there without me By telling later loves about me