Down on the banks of the living stream
Not so far from our home
You never know what's waiting there.
So better not go [bad word] with me my little one
And see how time unfolds
Hear the reeds sing in the wind
All our stories unfold.

Down on the banks of the living stream
Oh take your time to get in
lover's knot and glint of gold
cold hand on your skin
Wave goodbye my pretty one
Our time [bad word] again
We'll change the path the song we sing
But our blood stays the same.

Waiting for me by the prison door
Your footsteps in the snow.
Vapour trails in a cloudless sky
The nameless towns below
Shake your head my lovely one
I'll meet you on the road
Where the reeds sing in the wind
And no one else ever goes.

My face is here in the wild fire
My face is here in the wildfire
Myself alone breathing in the night wind

My face is here where the moonlight wanders
And the periwinkle grows
I can hear the rooks in their light sleep crow

My face is here in the stone wave
Hidden in the ditches and the holloways
With the pebbles beneath my feet
Shining softly like dying stars
And the dogs bark far from here

My face is here in the maelstrom
My fossil bones juting out into the night air
And the insects, sacred
whirling through my green black life-riddled hair

My head blows in the wake of plunder obscene
ghost wildness of pollen and seeds