Last Time

The last time we were here I was two I watched you reappear from the scarlet sky The wild geese were returning Falling embers from the burning April sun How this place has changed, like my voice The wildflowers drink the rain, they have no choice All their faces getting wet They just sway so slow and let the water wash them Now your eyes too, fill with water As your facе turns to your daughter, dull and grey What's a valley gonna say as hеr trees are stripped away without warning The last time we were here the wind was colder Snow rose to my ear, and to your shoulder I took a crooked photograph Froze the second of your laughter, rosy cheeks Now the months turn into weeks As the violet crystal shrinks, you may not meet her What's the winter gonna do As her ice runs hot and blue