High in a mountain village, their clouded romance began He saw his future right there in her eyes, but to her he was just a man She fell in love with the rivers, they grew right out of the mountains She knew his love couldn’t carry her, as far as the rivers would
She’d so little room for love, so little room In her wandering heart, there was little room for love
Nights she would sit by the river bed, and give her bare feet to the flow And sing from the bottom of her voice, “Take me I’m ready to go” He was dreaming of children, but she was dreaming of strangers With curious names and marvellous brains, and no wish to build her a home
She’d so little room for love, so little room In her wandering heart, there was little room for love
She filled her suitcase quietly, in the small hours of the night And words that should have been spoken, she settled down to write She said, “Darling, my heart’s an explorer, but it withers in this place. I must go now to see the world. If you love me, don’t give chase.
I’ve so little room for love, so little room In my wandering heart, there is little room for love
I cannot carry you, I cannot carry you In my wandering heart, in my peregrine heart In my wandering heart, I can never carry you.”
The sun rose early next morning She was already miles, she was already miles away