Look for me in hidden places,

Amongst the golden, autumn leaves,

In rain that gathers at your feet,

Behind the ageing Elder trees.

Feel my spirit rest against,

The chair beneath the windowsill,

Sit beside my stirring soul,

At the bottom of the grassy hill.

Think of me with warmth and love,

Carry my heart in your own,

Have courage, and be kind my sweet,

And remember that you’re not alone.