Jan 142015
 
As brothers we rode the high treetops
Where fields fell away forever.
The pines were not weeping with time.
The clouds stood still for the runner.
As brothers, we rode the high treetops.

We swam where water was giving,
Where light was dappled with deepness.
Wet rocks all echoed our chorus,
And the river ran on in its sleeping.
We swam where water was giving.

We sang till we called out the stars,
Till trees of our nighttime were shining.
We perched in their arms proud as owls,
Forever among clouds and flying.
We sang till we called out the stars.

Knock wood, we were loving and living,
And life was just as it seemed--
The fields fell away forever, 
And night was an endless dream.
Knock wood, we were loving and living.

Through light that was quick as kindling,
The river ran on with a shudder.
All our days passed away like a dream.
We climbed every night like a ladder,
Through light that was quick as kindling.

As brothers we rode the high treetops.
We swam where water was giving.
We sang till we called out the stars.
Knock wood, we were loving and living,
Though the light went quick as kindling.


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