Sink beneath the stream Weeds will take your hand Pebbles clean out your mind Eyes close on green Bramble and sycamore Soft wood, soft rain Nothing will remain Of what you laboured for Let it all go, let it fall Sunlight through leaves Lost in the tall trees Someone you might have been Someone you might have been There is a hidden spring A path to get there What you draw water in Is all you need to bring Green and gold and then It fades Sunlight through leaves Lost in the tall trees Someone you might have been Someone you might have been
