Where the sunlight in your hand
In lights the beauty in your stand
All the rivers clamoring
Is lost within your shimmering
One two — many days I fletch you stand here in the
Three four — or in ray in lonely winter the sleeping
Five six — I see winds weeping turned a through my calling
In your dance upon a shore
When my brave sendly fall
Spirit child you didn't see
Might of watching angel free
Without a key you drank the wind
My ghostly ever child of will
All the loses choose you are
Child sleep it spirit far
One two — many days I fletch you stand here in the
Three four — or in ray in lonely winter sleeping
Five six — I see winds weeping turned a through my
One two — many days I fletch you stand here in the
Three four — or in ray in lonely winter sleeping
Five six — I see winds weeping turned a through my calling