Turn Of The Century

Realizing a form out of stone Set hands moving Roan shaped his heart through his working hands Work to mold his pa*sion into clay, like the sun In his room his lady she would dance and sing so completely So be still he now cries I have time oh let clay transform thee so In the deep cold of night winter calls he cries Don't deny me For his lady, deep her illness Time has caught her and will for all reasons take her In the still light of dawn, she dies Helpless hands soul revealing Like leaves we touch we learn We once knew the story As winter calls he will starve All but to see the stone be life Now Roan, no more tears Set to work his strength So transformed him realizing a form out of stone His work so absorbed him Could she hear him? Could she see him? All aglow was his room dazed in this light He would touch her he would hold her Laughing as they danced Highest colors touching others Did her eyes at the turn of the century tell me plainly How we meet, how we'll love, oh let life so transform me Like leaves we touched we danced We once knew the story As autumn called and we both remembered all those many years ago I'm sure we know Was the sign of the day with a touch As I kiss your fingers We walk hands in the sun Memories when we're young Love lingers so Was it sun through the haze that made all your looks as warm as moonlight? As a pearl deep your eyes tears have flown away all the same light Did her eyes at the turn of the century tell me plainly when we meet how we'll look as we smile time will leave me clearly Like leaves we touch, we see We will know the story As autumn calls we'll both remember all those many years ago