Quiet Talks And Summer Walks

They pass me by in quiet talk 
Hand in hand on a summer walk 

They don't think they're overheard 
But I hear their every word 
She wants to know if he will love her 
'til the day he dies 
But how can he see the future 
when he's looking in her eyes? 

I was born in the spring of this year 
Warmed by the sun and the wind that brought me here 

There's no expression on my face 
And no footsteps leave my trace 

They pass me by in quiet talk 
Hand in hand on a summer walk...