I felt her hand open in mine
It made me think of another time
Sunday bells float through my house
On the steady wind that’s blowing to the south,
Trails of smoke rise in the air
From the bonfires in the orchards,
I see you standing on the stairs
And the house it roars like a shell
And one thing that’s strange to me it seems
Is though you’re by the window
When the gate it swings
I feel your hand in mine
Walk through the door, my love, to me
Where the dry roots reach
For the shallow stream
And on the hill the chapel lies
The bones of our families side by side
In crooked lines
Down there beneath my house
In the vale there’s a man who’s wading
The water’s up around his waist,
I see his face but I don’t hear what he’s saying.
And now night falling down
Heavy as a cloth around your shoulders,
I see you smile in faded light
So come to me,
Come to me