He tried to say
That she meant nothing at all,
Walk down the rivers
And under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly...foolishly
Walk down the rivers
And under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly...foolishly
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep...
he believed.
She rides the waves
That whisper up to the shores,
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmered
The dream glossed estuary...estuary
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmered
The dream glossed estuary...estuary
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep...
he believed.
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves.
With eyes to stroke
The torrid wave beaten shores,
From the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her oak breast cut the sea...cut the sea.
From the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her oak breast cut the sea...cut the sea.
Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep...
he believed.
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves.