Aaron Dessner - Anahorish lyrics

My "Place Of Clear Water" The first hill in the world Where springs washed into The shiny gra** And darkened cobbles In the bed of the lane Anahorish, soft gradient Of consonant, vowel-meadow After-image of lamps Swung through the years On winter evenings With pails and barrows Those mound-dwellers Go waist-deep in mist To break the light ice At wells and dunghills