Rive Droite - And Also the Trees

I felt her hand open in mine

It made me think of another time.

Sunday bells float through my house

On the steady wind that’s blowing to the south

Trails of smoke rise in the air

From the bonfires in the orchards

I see you standing on the stairs

And the house it roars like a shell.

And one thing that’s strange to me it seems

Is though you’re by the window

When the gate it Swings I feel your hand in mine.

Where the dry roots reach for the shallow stream

And on the hill the chapel lies

The bones of our families side by side

In crooked lines.

Down there beneath my house

In the vale there’s a man who’s wading

The water’s up around his waist

I see his face but I don’t hear what he’s saying

And now night falling down

Heavy as a cloth around your shoulders

I see you smile in faded light

So come to me Come to me.