I will think of you in the deep quiet of the night 
I will think of you in the ferocity of the storm

On the bright summer days 
Through enduring drought
When the ice storms of winter
Bend the trees to the ground

I will think of you through every plague
Through frogs and swarms and blood
And through more modern apocalypses
I will think of you, I will think of you

I will think of you through laughter, tears 
While huddled facing deep set fears
When I find myself in another's arms
When buried beneath my cairn

The past is past - I will never tell you
But I will never not think of you.