I am afraid that your feet will feel restless And you'll feel the need to go Or that the wind will call your name And come to blow you away Perhaps you'll miss the changing seasons Or that my love does not give enough reason For you to stay. I am afraid that you have already seen so much That I alone cannot be enough Or that you will forget what I am worth And deny all the things you've ever said. I have tried to be like gold But too often came across as stone And so I am afraid, too, That it won't be your feet that prompts you to walk Or the yearning to see spring, autumn, or snow Or even the winds that blow from coast to coast But that what makes you leave Is the one who loves you the most.