Pale Sun - And Also the Trees

Through the holes in the green grid

I saw a young man walk into your arms

Shadows on the dust

Of the morning sun

Shadows on the dust

Of the pale sun

Hanging out your sheets on the hedges

You bend on the fountain clean

I can see your lips are moving

Your eyes are in a dream

Shadows on the pale dust

A goose flies over this town

And a lone bell rings

The sound of metal buckets

And a young voice sings

From the town rose a steeple

Casts an arm to the sky

Past the weather vane and rising

As the girl closed her eyes