Somewhere or other, even though a bit far;

Past land and sea, clean out of sight;

Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star

I will see the face that had made me smile.

Somewhere or other, it might not be nearby

I will hear the voice that once stirred my heart

Just when the last leaves of the dying year

Started to dance to the winds' whispers in my ear.

Somewhere or other, it might not be that sooner

Past the future and could be in the thereafter

I will be wrapped in the warmth of those loving arms

Never to be abandon nor forsaken ever again.