Doubled the top knot Flew out the lattice door Do what he wouldn't Do what he couldn't do No lack of ‘wouldn't' could be my undoing No lack of trying No lack of sighing ‘loo'
Weave songs of loving late Dream songs of dying Recite the oakwood flame Rings count my olden days I've seen the beaches Breached the peak of ‘please' and ‘thanks' I've seen my features age My fingers strange
From the dew From the dew, of the fields We grew
And I built a ship for two It waits for me and you In the dew of the fields
Is it real? Is it real?
I'll show you the way Just walk beside the low stream until it fades Into a melon colored field The wind will know your name And you don't have to run You don't have to change
Don't ever change We were the candles that lit up the snow on dusty roads We were the animals breathing life into June just to see faith Blessed by the cannibal moon and the spoon dipping deep to your nose Stressed by the distance of shoes & the bridges too far to be named
Was it real? When we held our hands close to flame Just to feel
I'll show you the way Just walk beside the low stream until it fades Into a honey colored field The wind will know your name And you don't have to change You don't have to change
Love is real Our love was real It's a hand It's a hold It's a shield
Our love was real Our love was real It's to hope It's to dream It's to heal
It's to heal
Compositor: John G. Welmers / Samuel T. Herring / William H. Cashion