A long gray silence had ambled down the coast
You drew in sand all the things wed miss the most
Little love, little love
Little love, little love
Little love, little love
I hope we die here when were old
Well case the shore to record this holy place
White cliffs and starfish
The tide like ruined lace
Little love, little love
Little love, little love
Little love, little love
I hope we die here when were old
And when were frail
In our lawn chairs by the sea
All shrunken hands
Twisted spines and halting speech
Well listen for the long gray silence to gather and increase
When it does well close our eyes and rest in narrow peace
Little love, little love
Little love, little love
Little love, little love
I hope we die here when were old
Little love, little love
I hope we die here when were old