For fifty and nine he swam along just fine
A mind that's trained to see
Always would know what goes on inside
Goes on in me
And one day he fell
As deep as the well
And now a stranger seems to dwell inside
So I asked him how this stranger that bears
Is changed from days gone by
And bowed overhead
He said “the strange thing my son
is the ease with which I now cry
“For one day I fell
And how does one tell?
No way to know that this would be
Would be
The way things would turn to pa** for me
“Before the memory
Recalls itself to me
This door before the street
Becomes a wall I long to fall
Becomes a wall that I am small beneath”
So take the tears that fell from you
And all the tears that fell from me
And go and see the way the water moves
And leave them to the sparkling stream
Go and see the way
the water moves for me and you
Go and see the way
the water moves for me and you
Before the memory
Recalls itself to me
This door before the street
Becomes a wall that I am small beneath