Testo Body Of Water

Stand at the window, face to the glass
The cold is spreading to my fingertips
A crow call low in the distance
The moth wings beat their song

Body of water, silvery fern
Down to the orchard
Growing concern
Led to the clearing where apples fall
Sinking my head into the rotting roots
The chorus, the sighing forest is breathing out for me

Body of water, silvery fern
Down to the orchard
Growing concern
Night after night unravelling until I reach the garden

The breeze, the breezе
It breathes for me
Thе trees, the trees
They speak for me
Bring me a ribbon
I’ll twist a braid of all my troubles threaded gently
A fine web of my own making
A silken place to fall

Body of water, silvery fern
Dance round the orchard
Watching it burn
Night after night unravelling until I reach the garden

The breeze, the breeze
It breathes for me
The trees, the trees
They speak for me

Slowly the branches grow into the open window
Honey sweet, then souring
All colour fades to grey

The breeze, the breeze
It breathes for me
The trees, the trees
They speak for me