Remembering Summer

When all is lost and gone
And light snow befallen the land
Will you remember me?
Will you remember me when
Once again you go sailing to far off lands,
Lands that are golden and beautiful,
Not plagued as this one?
Will you remember me to the open sea,
To the sky, to the wind?
Will you think of me,
When you are gone again?
Will you think of our time spent together
Under that old oak tree?
Summers withers and die once winter comes;
Will our eternal summer die as well?
Or will it thrive forever
And will we live immortal next to the rose-blossom?