Lyrics:

All spring I was driving
Every river swollen with rain, every stream a torrent
Over the highway bridges that run high across the plains, flooded
'Half of the Maritimes,' they say, 'is running this way.'

I don't expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind
As I know mine

Could it really be so effortless, all in my sight, many hillsides
Green and black and distant and rivers serpentine, glinting
I know there's so much it just can't mean, you and me
Still caught up in heartache and grief
Yet to come, yet to cease

I feel like I'm seeing double, all joy and all trouble
My friends say 'be careful' or 'be grateful'
'Be glad' or 'thoughtful' 'don't move too fast' 'don't let it pass you by'
But I don't expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind
As I know mine