Sink beneath the stream
Weeds will take your hand
Pebbles clean out your mind
Eyes close on green

Bramble and sycamore
Soft wood, soft rain
Nothing will remain
Of what you laboured for

Let it all go, let it fall
Sunlight through leaves
Lost in the tall trees
Someone you might have been
Someone you might have been

There is a hidden spring
path to get there
What you draw water in
Is all you need to bring

Green and gold and then It fades
Sunlight through leaves
Lost in the tall trees
Someone you might have been
Someone you might have been