See my friends,. See my friends,. Layin' 'cross the river,. . See my friends,. See my friends,. Layin' 'cross the river,. . She is gone,. She is gone and now there's no one left.
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear. You lonely travellers all. The cold north winds will blow again. The winding road does call.. . And will you never return to see.
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear. You lonely travelers all. The cold north wind will blow again. The winding road does call. And will you never return to see.
See my friends,. See my friends,. Layin' 'cross the river,. See my friends,. See my friends,. Layin' 'cross the river,. She is gone,. She is gone and now there's no one left.
Farewell, farewell to you whod hear. You lonely travelers all. The cold north wind will blow again. The winding road does call. . And will you never return to see.
At six in the morning the ice in the tree thaws. Into the millpond returns to the deep. I caress where my lover once lay by my side. Before I turned inwards and forced her to fly.
In the small hours I realize what I have done. In the small hours I realize what I have done. I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city.
She wore flowers in her hair. And all the town would stare. And all the young girls followed picking up the petals strewn everywhere. And when the flowers died they saw through the disguise.
Buried in the sand. An ancient talisman touched by a thousand hands. In violence uncharted waters call to the desert's inner soil. But lead us to a wall of silence.
We sit in warm rooms. Outside the winter moon shines down on a frozen field far beyond the edge of town furrows ploughed hard as mountains we sit in warm rooms outside the winter moon shines down through branches of needle trees rake the black sky like leaves and the stars are silent and in our rooms beside the fire we talk ignoring all of the dramas played outside and in our rooms beside the fire we drink unaware of all nature's forces in our lives.
It's getting darker and I'm still swimming. It hits me again. I'm getting deeper and I'm still swimming. It hits me again. And I am never frightened, no I am never afraid.
Song among the pine. Cones and needles lie atop the dark soil. They will come for me. With searchlights streaming through the cedar trees. . Cold ash smother the fire.
Then she dances. Skirt swaying in the half-light. She dances. White blossom in the black sky. . I need new clothes, she thinks. New skin, a mind I can bear to live in.