One day the axe just fell, driving me to hell
And back from where I came
Will never look the same way
Twice without a thought
The lies always caught
Just once it spread without a clue
Down the river bank from me to you
A native tongue will speak words it will never seek
From a book of poems; connected minds will always know them all
The mind will roam, swim in streams, crawl under stones and still, without a clue
Down the river bank from me to you
One day the axe just fell, driving me to hell
And back from where I came
Will never look the same way
Twice without a thought
The lies always caught
Just once it spread without a clue
Down the river bank from me to you
1 | November |
2 | Morning Sun |
3 | Summer Fires |
4 | Echoes |
5 | Orono Park |
6 | The Island Of The Day Before |
7 | Leave Someone |
8 | Hermit |
9 | Chasing Horses |
10 | White Woods |