Across the road the purple flowers
Come into bloom again
Just as soon as we return
As lovers and as friends ... there's
No reason now to be afraid
I should know you now
Women don't ago
Bring the flowers to your room
And let the language of old ... and then
Shall be my love of my grey bird
Lived so many years
Buried them deep and dim
I would never be a golden boy
No matter how boy ... I searched
For a god in the boy and the lamb
My parents lived at the halt light
And sent me out to share
Behind their ghosts and shadows
Following close behind ... knowing I
Am far from any god will do