Peter Kingsbery Helene
There is a church bell That rings on the hour Filling the streets Stopping the world awhile Loud is the laughter From in the schoolyard Prickling my ears Telling me time's passing by Helene Comfort me Helene I am falling There is a name I've replaced with my own It's taken me years Now it's dark and unknown Though I scoff at the things That I said long ago I knew what I'd find C'est toi mon bouchon, mon bouchon Helene Comfort me Helene I am falling Try as you may This is not my real home And I miss how the sun Comes up late in the morning For all that I want There is really not much you can do Outside the harbor The windsurfers ride Working their sails As navy ships lag behind Off to a country With waves full of grain A boyhood of mine And a dream that Will always remain Helene Comfort me Helene I am falling
