Page France Without A Diamond Ring
You and me
We’re blue and green
Without a diamond ring
A yellow ball
Of tangerines
Around the sunbeams swing
Mocking birds
With crooked words
Flying barefoot speak
They tangle you
They tangle me
In honeysuckle weeds
The salt sea breeze
Castle queen
Sleeping on a cloud
The drummers drum
The hummers hum
But we don’t make a sound
