Pentangle Pentangling
The summer slips below the surface
Floating slowly in clear water
Drinking sunlight through the fisheye
See the moon broken
Moonflowers bright with people walking
Drinking wine and eating fruit and laughing
Heart and soul life passes one to another3
Death alone walks with no one to converse with
Well I had a dream of love
All night long
I thought I heard a siren sing
A song of love
. . .
(Well) I had a dream of love
All night long
(Well) I thought I heard a siren sing
A song of love
