Alone with my thoughts this evening
I walked on the banks of Tyne.
I wondered how I could win you
of if I could make you mine,
or if I could make you mine.
The wind it was so insistent
with tales of a stormy south,
but when I spied two birds in a sycamore tree,
there came a dryness in my mouth,
came a dryness in my mouth.
For then without rhyme or reason
the two birds did rise up to fly.
And where the two birds were flying,
I swear I saw you and I,
I swear I saw you and I.
I walked out this morning,
it was like a veil had been removed from before my eyes,
for the first time I saw the work of heaven
in the line where the hills had been married to the sky.
And all around me
every blade of singing grass
was calling out your name
and that our love would always last.
And inside every turning leave
is the pattern of an older tree,
the shape of our future,
the shape of all our history.
And out of the confusion
where the river meets the sea
came things I큕 never seen,
things I큕 never seen.
I was brought to my senses,
I was blind but now that I can see
every signpost in nature
said you belong to me.
I know it큦 true,
it큦 written in a sky as blue
as blue as your eyes, as blue as your eyes.
If nature큦 red in tooth and claw
like winter큦 freeze and summer큦 thaw,
the wounds she gave me
were the wounds that would heal me.
And we큕 be like the moon and sun,
and when our courtly dance had run
it큦 course across the sky,
then together we would lie.
And out of the confusion
where the river meets the sea
something new would arrive,
something better would arrive.
I was brought to my senses,
I was blind but now that I can see
every signpost in nature
said you belong to me.