And Also The Trees The Suffering Of The Stream
There is a place where she would always be Where the blossom snows between the cankered trees Holding his sour breath He knows she's there Watching the torrent as it flows Watching her soft white dress, it flows In the innocent breezes Smoothing the stones Watching her cold white dress, it floats He could see his love like a long forgotten dream He could see his love veiled beneath the stream He could see his love grow pallid and suffer as he weeps His tears fall around her in oil-rainbow streaks He could see his own reflection cloud the stones There is a place where she will always be Where the blossom floats above her through the reeds Where cling the willow roots His fingers reach Searching for her lost arms to seize Watching her soft white dress, it flows In the innocent breezes Smoothing the stones Watching her cold white dress, it floats
