Two Silver Rings
Nancy Wilson, Benjamin Mink, Ann Wilson
They're travelling as they've
Always travelled by night wrapped in silk
Colours woven by the moon
The children sleep in the cool
Whispers of movement
And the lullaby of silver rings
Stars are strung like sparkling beads
Along heaven's highway traded high
Resting around the throats of wanderers
The days rest shaded by hemp
Perfumed by lemon and carob
By the bubbling fountain
Of children's laughter
They're travelling as they've
Always travelled wrapped in silk
Colours woven by the sun
