I'll paint the room white, I'll make the new doors.
If it has snowed, I will learn about it only in the morning.
A nice year for reading, a nice year to put off the track.
It's strange, I've been singing so long,
There may have been something about it.
Take me to the river, put me in the water, teach me the art of being quiet.
Were dancing at the beach, made love in the sand,
Were flying higher than birds, were holding stones in the palms.
Jasper and onyx, crystal to see better.
Tea in the midnight kitchens, we needed so much.
Take me to the river, put me in the water, teach me the art of being quiet.
I'll paint the room white, I'll make the new doors.
If the night is dark, we shall leave home a bit earlier-
To speak in low voices, to measure the time by the stars.
We shall go touching the trees-It's strange-I've been singing so long.
Take me to the river, put me in the water, teach me the art of being quiet.
