Culpepers Orchard Mountain Music - Part One
To be forgotten, To live in Dust To float in a stream and fly in the air What more could we wish, To always be spread on earth Plucked as a flower to die with love, And fly to greet the sun Flowers in the forest freed, Deadlocked in your arms I bleed Knowing not the rhymes I need, To take me from my madness Wrap my mind in cellophane, Ignore the pleas to stop the rain From falling on your windowpane, When your asleep at midnight The iron mountains metal rings, Beside the bedrooms light in spring And hums the words 'cause they can't sing, The words they haven't learnt yet All is free while bodies moan, So shut the door but hear them groan While petals fall from what is known, Of love and what goes with it
