All spring I was driving Every river swollen with rain, every stream a torrent Over the highway bridges that run high across the plains, flooded 'Half of the Maritimes,' they say, 'is running this way.' I don't expect your love to be like mine I trust you to know your own mind As I know mine Could it really be so effortless, all in my sight, many hillsides Green and black and distant and rivers serpentine, glinting I know there's so much it just can't mean, you and me Still caught up in heartache and grief Yet to come, yet to cease I feel like I'm seeing double, all joy and all trouble My friends say 'be careful' or 'be grateful' 'be glad' or 'thoughtful' 'don't move too fast' 'don't let it pa** you by' But I don't expect your love to be like mine I trust you to know your own mind As I know mine