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.