Woorden: Alexi Murdoch. Crinan Wood.

It was cold you hid your hands inside your sleeve
as we walked I heard the laughter in the leaves
See the shadows lying now where once we stood
And I would lie down with them if I only could

Music came to me it came across the sound
How you laughed and shone and danced a circle round
As we walked away I saw a shadow on the ground
There were stones inside my pockets that were found

When I was younger I heard angels on the roof
A Thousand voices singing each note was the truth
All the wise and light I have left them in my youth
And I have only just my memory for proof

See a doorway open on a darkened room
In the garden thread lies broken on the loom
See a face is smiling flicker on a wall
In the distance mountains waiting for the Fall.

See these knots around my hands around my feet
They would take me down my end for me to meet
And I grow weary of this struggle and this fight
Morning so far off from out here in the night

The Night is cold and you must leave me this I know
And empty all the places where we used to go
Before I knew you I went climbing in the snow
And called your name out to the darkness down below


I miss you