I met you in the saddle 
rode you in the dust
held your hand to the heavens 
pulled your heart to the earth
there was something that 
blinded me more than the mist
the breath of the cottonwood 
buds lighter yet

you rode the maypole of dance hall legs
galloped to another's embrace
I bit the flowers from your wrist corsage
you waltzed too slowly 
too slowly you waltzed
with that girl from Widow's Grove

oh I'd follow you to the river 
that washes out to the sea
through the wind through 
the rain of a cold dark night
that's where I'll be

near the breath of a swallow 
petals dropped as you fell
you grabbed me then shyly 
held me against the stone cold well
in your hand was a glass 
you held the ice against the night
it dripped and it sparkled 
I laughed a wish

before it all slipped down 
the dark tunneled well
I heard it melt quietly 
I looked at you
bent to the earth with 
just one pleading wish
your skirts [bad word] to 
the furious pounding

I'd follow you to the river 
that washes out to the sea
through the wind through 
the rain of a cold dark night
that's where I'll be

I hid in the elm and raised the bough 
that hung even with your neck
I chased you and drowned you 
there deep in the well
when your mouth was full and wet 
I swallowed all your reckless fate
with your last breath
you moaned too [bad word] to wake

I'd follow you to the river 
that washes out to the sea
through the wind through 
the rain of a cold dark night
that's where I'll be