Here in bed, and our love's been fed And the traffic sounds don't make it up the stairs In a place, just beyond your face Where the small creek runs 'neath the soft eye of the moon And a mossy bed, is where my love is led Thirst quenched and city life unlearned It's hot in June, and it's hotter in this room I'm so near peace by the cool creek's gloom I remember pretty clear, the year we spent up there You my love flew higher than the sun And I heard this from, by the raven's tongue 'Bout an eagle whose hunger came to town He showed up there, and he had 'em all scared Hold on to peace boy, and hold it when it comes My quiet creek, and your stormy cheeks City lost on a Friday afternoon My quiet creek, and your stormy cheeks City lost on a Friday afternoon