Kingfisher flaps past leafy tapestries
Echoes wake in the willows
There's a solitary grid here
Something deathless rests here
on this cold October moon
the limestone river cliffs
Up on the high cliffs overlook
the land glows gold as the sun
Shantay, shantay, shantay, shantay
There's a turban of silence
She moves through Sarla Market
like a slow -flowing stream
Petals on the table outside our hotel
I'm sitting here in heaven
while that guy walks by in hell
We're in the same place at the cell,
No walls but in our skulls,
no difference but our mind
Now it's raining on the street,
Swerving around a hairpin
Over and over the rain sways down
Over and over the rain sways down
Blessing our heads and the
Shantay, shantay, shantay,
and pours down a dark wine
It hushes these wet streets
Oh, love is a harp only two hands can play,
and the music hastens away.
But if you let its strings stir in the wind,
It'll heal your heart where
Come along with me, my love,
where the pure waters stop
Chantez, chantez, chantez, chantez
Chantez, chantez, les sons enchantés
Lord, don't you live in Rome's
People gather chestnuts here
and feed the fat geese torn
where so many lives have been
Echoes wake in the willows
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