Truth is but a woman with flaxen hair. While blown by the wind cannot begin. Lest the ravens utter in despair. For they cannot caress her flower. Nor in the hour find hands of care.
Today went so softly. Just faded away. Like the rain in the springtime. On that day, I met you, I met you, when I met you. . Today went so quietly. I turned and it was gone.
Have you been down to Tin Town. Where dreams in cans once were drowned?. A snag somewhere in someone's life. Caught him there, pulled him to strife. .
Yesterday, I was born here. Tomorrow, I'll be gone. They say there's a man now. Down in Persia down there. . Guess I'll walk, the Euphrates River. The deep, deep river, the wide, wide river.