Tears for an Eastern Girl - Nature and Organisation, Current 93, Rose McDowall

Touching the sky You were

In my Heart’s hole

You lie silent

(The blue of the tiny sky

The yellow of the tiny stars)

Lost You are to me

Though in You

I had hoped to lie

Your teeth are mirroring

The tiny stars

Smokey, You flood by me

Ripples of jasmine

Heavy smoke in Your path

Wait for me by the summer stream

Black sky is around You

You pass, dissolve and stutter «Farewell»

Lost You are to me

The ice is some distant bed

Lost You are to me

Your tongue hovels on Your lips

The stars are very far now

And You are very far now

Ripples of jasmine

Heavy smoke in Your path

Wait for me by the summer stream

The stars are very far now

And You are very far now

The stars are very far now

You were not real at all

And I had hoped to say:

«The stars are very real»

Oh You were not far at all

(I had hoped to say…)

Over beyond me and You

The sea waves «goodbye»

As it laps in my Heart

And You are very far now

And You are very far now

The stars are very far now

As if dead

(And then I wept I thought of You

And then I wept I thought of You

And then I wept I thought of You

And then I wept I thought of You

And then I wept)