Alone with my thoughts this evening

I walked on the banks of Tyne.

I wondered how I could win you

of if I could make you mine,

or if I could make you mine.

The wind it was so insistent

with tales of a stormy south,

but when I spied two birds in a sycamore tree,

there came a dryness in my mouth,

came a dryness in my mouth.

For then without rhyme or reason

the two birds did rise up to fly.

And where the two birds were flying,

I swear I saw you and I,

I swear I saw you and I.

I walked out this morning,

it was like a veil had been removed from before my eyes,

for the first time I saw the work of heaven

in the line where the hills had been married to the sky.

And all around me

every blade of singing grass

was calling out your name

and that our love would always last.

And inside every turning leave

is the pattern of an older tree,

the shape of our future,

the shape of all our history.

And out of the confusion

where the river meets the sea

came things Id never seen,

things Id never seen.

I was brought to my senses,

I was blind but now that I can see

every signpost in nature

said you belong to me.

I know its true,

its written in a sky as blue

as blue as your eyes, as blue as your eyes.

If natures red in tooth and claw

like winters freeze and summers thaw,

the wounds she gave me

were the wounds that would heal me.

And wed be like the moon and sun,

and when our courtly dance had run

its course across the sky,

then together we would lie.

And out of the confusion

where the river meets the sea

something new would arrive,

something better would arrive.

I was brought to my senses,

I was blind but now that I can see

every si