(For a daughter)
And the mountains remember us,
Where we walked, drenched by sun or rain,
And the woodland has kept the imprint of our souls
As we wondered through the land.
And how the sun has smiled on us,
By sea and sand, by rock and stone.
High near clouds where the wind lives,
And low where all is drowned by the song of eternal waves.
So how hopeful we can be for all this beauty was ours.
And all this time that flowed lovingly through our hands.
For we have been blessed by a hundred days,
By a thousand days we spent together.
And so I will remember the child I carried up a mountain,
And so I will remember the rain-sodden clasping hand,
And so I will remember words and songs and games,
So much we have done, so many dreams we’ve had.
And as time moves on and our worlds transform,
I will remember that nothing can change all the good that has been,
For the truth of memories can never fade,
As Love and Hope and Faith will always remain.
Songs for Huda 