• Standing by this twisted tree
    my hands tensed
    as the grass became pale and free
    he dawned, red hair wintering, over the fenced
    hillside as the overcast gathered
    all over the sky.
    He said, " I'd rathered
    you stay here than die.

    Wait my friend
    here's a bit of shelter
    I'll warm you in my hands,"
    and only said,
    "forget tears."

    Sitting by this vacent tree
    his hands so lasting
    he's made his decgree
    I was condemned by a wind casting
    through this grey field
    and weatherd sky
    I said, " I sealed
    the Fates so you don't die.

    Wait my friend
    here's a bit of song
    I'll warm you in my hands,"
    and only said,
    "forget tears."


    Lying by this rogued tree
    our hands weaved together and fading
    we can feel the breeze of the sea
    we were forsaken by a rain cascading
    our voice cried the wolves' song
    into the swallowed sky
    we said, " how can this be wrong
    neither of us want to die.

    Wait my friend
    here's a bit of love
    I'll warm you in my hands,"
    and only said,
    "forget tears."