I see you gently I see you torn I see your luck sink Meant to the manner born Can’t find the reason In an isle of stone If the weather’s blinding Let me keep you warm So warm
If you’re walking You can walk with me And our feet can tap an extra beat But that’s not your way No you’re too free But your breeze can bother all my leaves, leaves
You’re in a sonnet You’re in a prayer You’re in a magazine You were never there
You’re with the seasons Cut with the wheat You’re with the cherry blossom at my feet On the street