Let us reminisce
In this dying revelry--
My love, my lost, my friend;
Is there ever a beginning to an end?
For most skies cover my house
Yet there is a dying light
Do I feel incomplete or no?
As the horses run wild across the land
So what am I free for?
I have no reckoned stance
For let our shadows be brave
In the wind,
Oh the wind is lonely in the night
And the willow weeps of cheer
Does my heart not gasp for you
In the midst of my clear?
Or does the home on the street
defer?
Oh these casting lies tell no truth
I can hardly wait for the outcome...
Am I out of my mind
Or out of a dime?
I trust that love will despair
For the wind and the willow
Dance across my hair,
Am I ill-fated
Or just a weeping willow?
Oh to hell with the trees.