The River Song - Paul Kelly

Sleeping she lies by my side

Our bed is green, our room is small

Unseen still swells the river’s tide

Though the rain has ceased to fall

She’s tossed off our sheet in the night

I’m sleepless but feeling fine and mellow

Watching her in yellow light

Her back a lovely, breathing cello

Now touching with soft, secret care

Her neck, her spine, her ribs, her hips

Not to wake her, just to hear

The gentle moans and sighs she sleeps

At last, my mind and limbs grow slack

Just as the stars give up their proof

I wake to fingers on my back

Tapping like sweet rain on the roof