As I walked out one evening，

    Walking down Bristol Street，

    The crowds upon the pavement

    Were fields of harvest wheat.

    And down by the brimming river

    I heard a lover sing

    Under an arch of the railway：

    'Love has no ending.

    'I'll love you， dear， I'll love you

    Till China and Africa meet，

    And the river jumps over the mountain

    And the salmon sing in the street，

    'I'll love you till the ocean

    Is folded and hung up to dry

    And the seven stars go squawking

    Like geese about the sky.

    'The years shall run like rabbits，

    For in my arms I hold

    The Flower of the Ages，

    And the first love of the world.'

    But all the clocks in the city