A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under glass Framed in the gray and white afternoon light Of a winter long past
When I was a raiser To Dublin I'd roam She was a bareback rider Some miles from home
Come back to me...
She's a carnival diver Hung in the sky Cutting through time like a memory Strung on a wire
The color of anything Fades in the air But she is the film of a book of the story Of the smell of her hair
Come back to me...
When every thing's over And every thing's clear When everyone's older And no one is here I try to remember A girl on a wire Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green Like a kite on the air