White Bird

These thoughts of you, they are a gift The smell of you on the winds due shift Behind a chosen curtain, I'm set adrift The talk of you still on my lips You come from another place in my chest, yes Golden brown and wooden burled Till we have faces in this world An' if I hear and do not do, how can I look after you Every white bird, at the top of your voice This days tear, watch me run She never grows, faint in the try Distant and blurred to my swing eye These thoughts of you are the dreams that I have missed The touch of you, I hear, I hear Oh yes, and so are you in an always way Bound Woven Hand to stay Every white bird, at the top of your voice This days tear, watch me run She never grows, faint in the try Distant and blurred to my swing eye Every white bird, at the top of your voice This days tear, watch me run She never grows, faint in the try Distant and blurred to my swing eye, to my swing eye