Swans

May moonlight fall upon your breast
May god send wind to lick your lips
The river flows beneath your comb
Granite, pines silver, shine
Green velvet throne folding in, folding in
The water brings the flower string
Folding in, folding in the water sings
The black horse scream may planets crash
May god rain ash to sear our skin
To fold us in kneeling close
Seeking hands our blood is warm
But what comes next?

I will let it go, I will let it go
I can't let it go, I can't let it go
I will let it go, I will let it go
I can't let it go, I can't let it go
I won't let it go, I won't let it go
I will let it go, I will let it go
I can let it go, I won't let it go
I will let it go, I can't let it go
I will let it go, I won't let it go
I will let it go, I can't let it go