The Suffering Of The Stream Lyrics - And Also The Trees

There is a place where she would always be 

Where the blossom snows between the cankered trees 

Holding his sour breath 

He knows she's there 

Watching the torrent as it flows 

Watching her soft white dress, it flows 

In the innocent breezes 

Smoothing the stones 

Watching her cold white dress, it floats 

He could see his love like a long forgotten dream 

He could see his love veiled beneath the stream 

He could see his love grow pallid and suffer as he weeps 

His tears fall around her in oil-rainbow streaks 

He could see his own reflection cloud the stones 

There is a place where she will always be 

Where the blossom floats above her through the reeds 

Where cling the willow roots 

His fingers reach 

Searching for her lost arms to seize 

Watching her soft white dress, it flows 

In the innocent breezes 

Smoothing the stones 

Watching her cold white dress, it floats