Lyrics:

Down on the banks of the living stream Not so far from our home You never know what's waiting there. So better not go alone Come with me my little one And see how time unfolds Hear the reeds sing in the wind All our stories unfold.



Down on the banks of the living stream Oh take your time to get in A lover's knot and glint of gold A cold hand on your skin Wave goodbye my pretty one Our time will come again We'll change the path the song we sing But our blood stays the same.



Waiting for me by the prison door Your footsteps in the snow. Vapour trails in a cloudless sky The nameless towns below Shake your head my lovely one I'll meet you on the road Where the reeds sing in the wind And no one else ever goes.





My face is here in the wild fire My face is here in the wildfire Myself alone breathing in the night wind



My face is here where the moonlight wanders And the periwinkle grows I can hear the rooks in their light sleep crow



My face is here in the stone wave Hidden in the ditches and the holloways With the pebbles beneath my feet Shining softly like dying stars And the dogs bark far from here



My face is here in the maelstrom My fossil bones juting out into the night air And the insects, sacred whirling through my green black life-riddled hair



My head blows in the wake of plunder obscene A ghost wildness of pollen and seeds