If corina sail's stand still The fields shake and flowers shrill And the trees your mother's arms The hounds of zion seek your heart, and calls for you
Should you find yourself at sea The palms of your hands empty Though the way is steep and turns Oh there is a heart that burns, and burns for you
There is a mystery to this all A muffled voice behind the wall Yet two sparrows in his thoughts Says the river blood that bought, and runs for you
Forests of such tongues will shed like leaves Love is the barren winter's tree Love is the barren winter's tree Love is the barren winter's tree
