(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.