The Woodcutter

He tried to say
That she meant nothing at all
Walk down the rivers
And under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly...foolishly
Walk down the rivers
And under bridges
The bells mocked foolishly...foolishly

Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep...
He believed

She rides the waves
That whisper up to the shores
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmered
The dream glossed estuary...estuary
Her crescent figure
Through green waters glimmered
The dream glossed estuary...estuary

Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep...
He believed
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves

With eyes to stroke
The torrid wave beaten shores
From the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her oak breast cut the sea...cut the sea
From the horizon
Of nowhere she glided
Her oak breast cut the sea...cut the sea

Like dry leaves through scarce memories
She would reach to him from the deep...
He believed
The woodcutter he stared
Towards the eastern coves