(Verlaine)

Falling silent again

Silent again

It turns like a key

Turns like a key in a lock

Turning at last

Turning



We spring one too many leaks

One too many leaks

Taking on too much water



It comes as no surprise

No surprise,

We're wearing thin

We're wearing.

There's that old house of colours again.



Just a trickle from a rock

Your hidden spring

Just a trickle from a rock

And there's the River Joy.



Dancing again



Well those days on the mountain

I remember so well

like walking around in the ring of a bell.

Yeah those days on the mountain I remember so well.

Our clothes? Our clothes always clean

there's nothing to tell,

Those days on the mountain

I remember so well

Like walking around in the ring of a bell

Walking around in the ring of a bell.