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There's still a swing
in the orchard
but the old apple tree
don't blossom any more.
And the weeds
got so long
when we stopped really caring
like we did before.
We turned our collars
to the chill
it seems the weather's
lost its will
and just don't change
anymore,
with an echo
above this misty shire,
a rainbird calls.
Walk past the five bar gate
at the end of the lane
and you've found your way,
you can stare into
the silent pool
and watch
the ripples fade
we turned our
loss into words
and verse
and songs
that harmonize
with an echo
above this misty shire
a rainbird calls.
Is there a time and a place
and a fate as strange
as life like this?
everyone has gone
we no longer belong
in this veiled paradise.
We turned our hearts
to the earth
and the stone
in a search
for a different dawn,
still echoes
above this misty shire,
a rainbird's call.